I was walking to the drama department, because I'm still in Drama, even though purple is an ugly colour, the following morning, when Gabriel came rushing up to me.

"I need to talk to you," she said softly. Yes, she, she was still a girl from when I turned her yesterday.

"What about?" I asked with a sigh, gazing down at my watch. Class would be starting soon, and I didn't want to be late.

"I know you didn't turn Lysander because he's his parents' only son, and you didn't turn Dorcas because she's her parents' only daughter." She took a deep breath before continuing, "you see, I'm my parents only son, they already have three daughters, and now they have four."

"Well, why didn't you mention that yesterday?" I demanded, putting my hands on my hips.

"I don't know."

"Okay, fine, I suppose I can turn you back into a boy," I relented with a light sigh. I then snapped my fingers, and POOF! Gabriel was a boy again.

"Thank you!" he exclaimed with a smile, walking away, just as the bell rang.

"Darn it, I'm late!" I exclaimed out loud, running towards the drama department, knocking a few stragglers out of my way on my journey there.

"I HAVE ARIVVEEED!" I sang, hoping that my tone deaf voice would distract from my tardiness.

"Good for you, want a medal?" Olivia snarked. I supposed he may have still be angry that I turned him into a boy.

"You're late," Mrs Marlowe, the drama teacher said.

"Sorry Mrs M, it won't happen again," I said.

"It better not, now go get your costume on, we're working on our play."

I groaned and thought about switching departments, but I couldn't be in art, and there was no way I would be in music again.
I had started to put on my costume, when a tall broad man with dark hair and stuff came into the room. Everything, and everyone in the room went silent. Even two girls who were gossiping in a corner seemed to freeze in time.

"Dr Bloor, what can I do for you?" asked Mrs Marlowe as she rang her hands together.

"I've gotten word that a student has switched departments without going through the proper channels," Dr Bloor said.

Oops.

I let out a small squeak, and Dr Bloor's stern expression turned to me.

"Explain yourself," he said with his hands on his hips.

I tapped my chin and thought for a minute. What could I say? I don't think that music sucking would be a good enough reason for him.

"Well?" he demanded with his voice rising.

"Uhh, I'm dating your son, and I just wanted to be in the same department as him," I squeaked out with a lie.

"Well, just so you know, Manfred has graduated, he's not in drama anymore," Dr Bloor said.

"No way!" I exclaimed, wondering why he was wearing a purple cape yesterday then. I decided not to say anything though, the headmaster looked mad enough already.

"Yes way, now tell me, how much money do you have?" Dr Bloor then asked, rubbing his meaty hands together.

"Let me see..."
I reached into my pocket, and pulled out a paper clip, a piece of gum, and a little bit of lint.

"None at the moment."
"Well then, you are not to date my son, we pride ourselves on being very rich, and we can't have our reputation tarnished by him associating with some peasant, you are the weakest link, goodbye."

"Uhh, does this mean I can't be in drama anymore?" I asked, I couldn't care less if he allowed me to date his son or not, I just didn't know of any other excuses other than the truth.

"Whatever, just don't do anything without permission again," said Dr Bloor with a light sigh.

"Aye aye captain," I said saluting him.

He shook his head, and walked back out of the drama department.

As soon as he left, the bustle of noise started up again, and the two gossiping girls resumed their gossiping.

"I'm going to play Guanhamara in the play," Olivia said with a smile to another girl.

"How are you going to do that? Guanhamara is a girl, you're a boy now," I said.

Olivia glared at me, the kind of glare that could send a shiver down the spine of even the bravest person.

"Just so you know, plays used to be performed by all men casts, that was back before things were civilized, anyway, my point is, even though I'm a boy now, that doesn't mean that I can't play a girl."

"I suppose you're right, well, I think I want to play Wyborn, because he's my ancestor," I said.

"He was a shapeshifter, does that mean you shapeshift?" Asa asked, slinking over to our group.

I shook my head.

"Unfortunately not, I can only shapeshift other people."

"Oh," said Asa, sounding slightly disappointed, before slinking away again.

After drama, I headed off to my next class of the day which was History.

History was taught by this man named Mr Pope, who loved to yell a lot.

In fact, I hadn't even sat down in my seat, when he began his yelling tirade, and at me!

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" he demanded shaking a piece of paper in my face. It had my name on it, and a big red F up at the top.

"Uhh, that's my History assignment, Sir," I said.

"I know that! But can you explain to me why you put that Thomas Edison on all the questions about who invented what?"

"Um, because he did?"

"No you nitwit! For one thing, he did not invent the cotton gin, that was invented by Eli Whitney!" Mr Pope exclaimed as spittle flew from his lips.

"Why would I care about someone who invited alcohol that tastes like cotton? That just sounds gross!" I shrieked.

Mr Pope slapped his hand on his face and groaned.

"Go, just go, I can't deal with you anymore," he said, waving his hand at the door.

I growled and kicked over a desk, as I made my way out into the hall. I heard Mr Pope yell that I had earned myself a detention, but I didn't care, I already had detention.

"You got sent out in the hall too huh?" I heard a voice ask. I almost died at who it was, it was the Johnny Test guy!

"Yea, stupid Mr Pope is so stupid," I grumbled.

"Yea, teachers can be like that," agreed the boy with irritation as a breeze of wind blew around us.

"I take it that your teacher sent you out here as well?"

He nodded.

"Yea, for talking in class, but other people were talking as well, but did they get in trouble nooo."

I put my hand on his arm, feeling a spark of electricity shoot through me.

"It's okay JT," I assured him.

"JT?" he asked with a raised brow.

Oh darn, did I say that out loud?

"Uhh, you look like someone I know," I said. It wasn't exactly a lie.

"Oh, well my name is Tancred Torrson," he said.

Tancred, I said the name over in my head a few times.

"It's nice to meet you Tancred, I'm-"

Just as I was about to reveal my name to him, a giant spider started making its way over to us!

Tancred let out a high pitched scream, and started to run down the hall, waving his arms.

I looked from the spider, to his retreating form, and back to the spider again.

"Hey little guy!" I cooed at the spider, deciding to stay with him instead of running after Tancred. After all, he needed my help more, if I left him alone in the hall, he might get stepped on or something!

I sank down to my knees, and cupped my hands on the floor, allowing the spider to climb on.

"Where did you come from?" I asked, raising him up to my face.

I felt silly for asking, because he couldn't answer me, I couldn't talk to animals like Billy Raven could.

I then had an idea! I put the spider down, and then I snapped my fingers.

The spider began to transfer! His eight spider legs turned into two human arms, and two human legs. His eight spider eyes turned into two human eyes, and the rest of him began to turn human.

Soon, I found myself looking at a boy who was my age. He had thick black hair, brown eyes, and slightly tan skin. He was about my height, maybe an inch or two taller, and he was of average weight.

"What were you doing in the hallway?" I asked him.

Instead of answering in a human language like I expected him to, he let out a sharp cry and flung himself at me. Then, everything went dark.