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Chapter 4: American History
Ralin stared up at the large old fashioned brick building and wondered what on earth she had gotten herself into. The students were streaming into the two front doors heading for class.
Of course, like any high school there were those who were moving at the rate of an Olympic snail. Hardly surprising that some preferred to be tardy.
Ralin picked up the pace slightly forcing Liara to walk faster to keep up. When she entered the building she could feel her vampire powers sharpen with the lack of light. Sunlight inhibits vampire powers after all.
She fell back a little and turned to see Liara smiling at people as they walked in. Liara seemed to have forgotten completely that Ralin was even there. She was obviously very popular. Ralin nudged Liara sharply in the side.
"Liara could you pay attention please? Where's the main office?"
"Right over here. Jeez Ralin if I didn't know you better I'd say you were nervous about today. Why so nervous?"
Ralin shot her a look that asked if she had cotton for brains. "Hello, earth to Liara, I'm being hunted here. I don't know who's working for them."
By this time they had reached the main office. Liara fluttered to the reception desk. Ralin noticed with horror that Liara was wearing a navy blue miniskirt. She shook her head and sighed. Liara was prattling on about how her mother had called and now they needed Ralin's timetable.
The receptionist had obviously stopped listening to Liara's mindless chatter. Instead she turned her head to stare Ralin in the eye. "Last name?"
Ralin hesitated. "Um, Kesterman she muttered."
"Thank you." The secretary spoke her words so that she dragged out each syllable. 'It must take forever for her to say anything,' Ralin thought.
The woman handed her the piece of paper and a map of the school just as the second bell rang.
"Great," she muttered to Liara as the stepped back into the nearly deserted hallway. "Now I have to make an entrance, just what I need."
Liara didn't seem to notice the sarcasm. Or, if she did, chose to disregard it completely. "OK Ralin, so I'll meet you on that bench by the main office at lunch. Have fun in your new classes. Good luck!" With that Liara disappeared into the classroom that was to their right.
Ralin continued wandering the lonely hall until she found the door that she was seeking. Room 204. She glanced at her timetable to ensure that she had the right room. After double checking the room number she took note of the class that she was about to attend. American History? She didn't care what a bunch of humans did hundreds of years ago to bring society to where it is today. As far as she was concerned, humans hadn't come far. She sighed. "Too late now she thought.
When she knocked on the door it was several seconds before it opened to reveal a short balding man with glasses and many wrinkles. He was chubby and waddled slightly as he walked. When he saw Ralin he smiled broadly.
"You must be the new girl. Come right in and we'll get you introduced!"
Ralin stepped into the plain classroom and stared at the window. She ignored the stares that she was getting from everyone in the room. She hoped that she was just a novelty that they would soon grow tired of. She wasn't much for the whole center of attention thing. It made her uneasy for some reason.
"So why don't you tell the class your name and a little about yourself. I'm Mr. Bracken and I will be your American History teacher for the duration of this semester. Now it's your turn."
"Uh, I'm Ralin. I come from Whicana to live with my...er....cousin for the rest of the school year." Ralin felt extremely dumb standing at the front of the class talking. She allowed herself a glance around the room and saw three or four night people. Ralin didn't show the slightest indication that she had noticed.
There was a girl with long black hair and hazel eyes that looked as though she might be a witch. When Ralin saw the golden ring with a black design on her finger, she was sure. There was also a blond boy who looked to be a shapeshifter, one other boy who she thought was a werewolf but Ralin wasn't sure.
The last Night person that she saw was a vampire. She was positive. He was a lamia. She could tell. Years of practice were serving her well.
That was one of many skills that her parents had forced her to master. Sometimes it was hard to tell but usually Ralin could tell a night person almost every time. It was also easy for her to distinguish what type of night person they are.
The guy was giving off strong lamia vibes and was staring at her with recognition as if he knew what she was too.
Ralin felt her stomach give a strange twist that she told herself was just nerves. She realized that she was being neurotic, but she had to remain attentive at all times. A momentary lapse of concentration meant an opportunity for those who hunted her to catch up.
The lamia guy was drop dead gorgeous. Which Ralin sternly schooled her brain to ignore along with the twisting feeling in the pit of her stomach. He had chestnut colored hair and extremely dark eyes. From where she was standing they looked black. He was nicely muscled and dressed uncannily like her in jeans, a black shirt and a leather jacket.
Ralin told herself firmly to ignore him and stay as far away from him as possible. She glanced around the classroom for a place to sit. She saw to her horror that the only empty seat was one at the very back row next to the gorgeous guy. Ralin swallowed hard and began her journey down the hall to the back of the class as if it were the green mile.
She took the seat and disregarded his existence. Ralin then spent the rest of the class pretending to be interested in the lesson and telling the twisting in her stomach to behave.
Chapter 4: American History
Ralin stared up at the large old fashioned brick building and wondered what on earth she had gotten herself into. The students were streaming into the two front doors heading for class.
Of course, like any high school there were those who were moving at the rate of an Olympic snail. Hardly surprising that some preferred to be tardy.
Ralin picked up the pace slightly forcing Liara to walk faster to keep up. When she entered the building she could feel her vampire powers sharpen with the lack of light. Sunlight inhibits vampire powers after all.
She fell back a little and turned to see Liara smiling at people as they walked in. Liara seemed to have forgotten completely that Ralin was even there. She was obviously very popular. Ralin nudged Liara sharply in the side.
"Liara could you pay attention please? Where's the main office?"
"Right over here. Jeez Ralin if I didn't know you better I'd say you were nervous about today. Why so nervous?"
Ralin shot her a look that asked if she had cotton for brains. "Hello, earth to Liara, I'm being hunted here. I don't know who's working for them."
By this time they had reached the main office. Liara fluttered to the reception desk. Ralin noticed with horror that Liara was wearing a navy blue miniskirt. She shook her head and sighed. Liara was prattling on about how her mother had called and now they needed Ralin's timetable.
The receptionist had obviously stopped listening to Liara's mindless chatter. Instead she turned her head to stare Ralin in the eye. "Last name?"
Ralin hesitated. "Um, Kesterman she muttered."
"Thank you." The secretary spoke her words so that she dragged out each syllable. 'It must take forever for her to say anything,' Ralin thought.
The woman handed her the piece of paper and a map of the school just as the second bell rang.
"Great," she muttered to Liara as the stepped back into the nearly deserted hallway. "Now I have to make an entrance, just what I need."
Liara didn't seem to notice the sarcasm. Or, if she did, chose to disregard it completely. "OK Ralin, so I'll meet you on that bench by the main office at lunch. Have fun in your new classes. Good luck!" With that Liara disappeared into the classroom that was to their right.
Ralin continued wandering the lonely hall until she found the door that she was seeking. Room 204. She glanced at her timetable to ensure that she had the right room. After double checking the room number she took note of the class that she was about to attend. American History? She didn't care what a bunch of humans did hundreds of years ago to bring society to where it is today. As far as she was concerned, humans hadn't come far. She sighed. "Too late now she thought.
When she knocked on the door it was several seconds before it opened to reveal a short balding man with glasses and many wrinkles. He was chubby and waddled slightly as he walked. When he saw Ralin he smiled broadly.
"You must be the new girl. Come right in and we'll get you introduced!"
Ralin stepped into the plain classroom and stared at the window. She ignored the stares that she was getting from everyone in the room. She hoped that she was just a novelty that they would soon grow tired of. She wasn't much for the whole center of attention thing. It made her uneasy for some reason.
"So why don't you tell the class your name and a little about yourself. I'm Mr. Bracken and I will be your American History teacher for the duration of this semester. Now it's your turn."
"Uh, I'm Ralin. I come from Whicana to live with my...er....cousin for the rest of the school year." Ralin felt extremely dumb standing at the front of the class talking. She allowed herself a glance around the room and saw three or four night people. Ralin didn't show the slightest indication that she had noticed.
There was a girl with long black hair and hazel eyes that looked as though she might be a witch. When Ralin saw the golden ring with a black design on her finger, she was sure. There was also a blond boy who looked to be a shapeshifter, one other boy who she thought was a werewolf but Ralin wasn't sure.
The last Night person that she saw was a vampire. She was positive. He was a lamia. She could tell. Years of practice were serving her well.
That was one of many skills that her parents had forced her to master. Sometimes it was hard to tell but usually Ralin could tell a night person almost every time. It was also easy for her to distinguish what type of night person they are.
The guy was giving off strong lamia vibes and was staring at her with recognition as if he knew what she was too.
Ralin felt her stomach give a strange twist that she told herself was just nerves. She realized that she was being neurotic, but she had to remain attentive at all times. A momentary lapse of concentration meant an opportunity for those who hunted her to catch up.
The lamia guy was drop dead gorgeous. Which Ralin sternly schooled her brain to ignore along with the twisting feeling in the pit of her stomach. He had chestnut colored hair and extremely dark eyes. From where she was standing they looked black. He was nicely muscled and dressed uncannily like her in jeans, a black shirt and a leather jacket.
Ralin told herself firmly to ignore him and stay as far away from him as possible. She glanced around the classroom for a place to sit. She saw to her horror that the only empty seat was one at the very back row next to the gorgeous guy. Ralin swallowed hard and began her journey down the hall to the back of the class as if it were the green mile.
She took the seat and disregarded his existence. Ralin then spent the rest of the class pretending to be interested in the lesson and telling the twisting in her stomach to behave.