Authors Note:So heres the next chapter like I promised!! It would have been up sooner if it wasn't for my University's decision to close absolutely every place on campus with a computer!! Grrrr My new house has yet to have internet installed...very annoying!
Thank you for the reviews!! :D I'm glad that people are enjoying the story so far!! As for the reviews which I always comment on...one question was how old were Quil and Claire in my story...well I knew that Claire was sixteen at least but now that I think of it I think that her birthday will be soon...:P Quil on the otherhand is if my addition is correct (which its probably not-numerically dyslexic so even the damned calculator gets on my nerves so excuse any mistakes with numbers...it would also explain why all of my charachters hate maths...and Claire's story about a primary school teacher (elementary school I think in the US) actually happened to me..more than once embarassing) I think that he is about thirty-one , thrirty-two at the very oldest. If he was sixteen when he imprinted on Claire that would make it sixteen years later but I think that he's thirty-one personally. I know that my brother is two and a half years younger than me but depending on the time of the year (and my mood) I can say he's three years younger like right now he's 16 (17 next week :O) and I'm 19 so...yeah that was a very long rant about a simple question! Thanks for the Kosocielo! :D
I'm glad that people understant that I don't want to jump into the romance because that just dosen't work for me...I can see the story and how it plays out in my mind and it will be a little while before they get up to anything romantic with one another so I'm sorry to dissapoint people! I', a sucker for the build up and the story around the couples!
This is Claire's first day at her Oak Falls Academy. I'm not really sure yet how big a part this place will play in the story bar a few certain points ;) so I gave a rather brief description I think but I hope that you like it all the same, I'll upload again soon.
Please review as always good or bad!! :D
P.S. I forgot about the question of wether or not it was Quill outside CLaire's window and the answer is obviously yes! The guy has to figure some way out to see her and luckily for him he turns into awolf at will! :D
Chapter Twenty- Eight
C.P.O.V
I had only been in school for less than an hour and I was already in trouble. Apparently they were a little more strict on the uniform than I had first predicted. My shirt which I had left un-tucked was hanging out below the hem of my jumper was apparently inappropriate, as were my converse which were not permitted in the school. The shirt I could deal with but I had no intention of loosing my converse because some jumped up teacher had nothing better to do than pick on me about my shoes. It was my maths teacher that had first noticed, a small middle aged woman with a very strange perm who had taken an instant dislike to me for some reason unbeknownst to me, I think that it was an innate thing with all maths teachers for them to sense who was good and who was bad at their subject, singling out the ones that they felt were deserving of their attention; I was definitely not one of them. So I accepted the woman's dirty little looks that she threw me throughout the class, ignoring them and the other curious glances that I received from the people in the class. When the class had finished, she pulled me aside telling me that she wanted to give me some teacher -student advice, which turned out to be a lecture about my uniform. I could tell that this was not a class I was going to enjoy, my hatred of maths, blending with my dislike from the nasty permed teacher whose name I simply could not remember, not having aid attention to a word she was saying.
It was something I was used to, any subjects that I didn't like I simply blocked them out. Biology, home-economics and maths, maths in particular being a particular hatred of mine. I hated maths with a burning passion, one of my primary school teachers in frustration at not being able to make me understand long division had proclaimed that I was hopeless, in turn causing me to cry in front of the entire class. The rest of my classes before lunch were nothing special, I was growing accustomed to the stares that I was getting from the other students, I realised how big a deal it must have been for them to have a new student. From what I knew this school had a elementary school complex at the other side of the school, so it was safe to assume that the students here had grown up together and gone to school here all their lives. The only problem I found was that the school, being as large as it was made it near impossible to find any of my classes on time. The one place that I had no problem in finding was the canteen, the relative swarm of people heading in that direction was a pretty good giveaway as far as I was concerned.
The canteen was quite big, there was a few different food counters from which to choose from, salad bars and international food, which from what I could tell from the signs changed on a daily basis. Today was Japanese cuisine, I could see people eating with chopsticks scattered around the place. Quickly grabbing a plate of sushi and paying for it, I sat down at an unoccupied table, hoping that no one would decide to come over and keep me company. I needn't have worried, apparently the students were more interested in watching me than actually speaking with me, I guessed that it probably had something to do with my lack of labels. Most of the girls had ridiculously expensive bags sitting at their feet, I could recognise a few, my knowledge of fashion being surprisingly limited, despite Jane's best attempts to interest me, there were Louis Vuiton, Dolce & Gabbanna and a few others that I recognised but couldn't remember the name for. I looked down at my own trusty old grey messenger bag and shrugged, I didn't see the point in paying a fortune on a bag that I was using to go to school with. To be hounest I couldn't see the point in paying too much for any kind of bags, all of the expensive ones tended to look rather ugly to her, garish even.
I continued to muse over this while I ate my Sushi, taking my notebook out of my bag, doodling an interesting arch that surrounded the window frames. "Those are pretty good!" a voice came from behind me, I froze mid-stroke, glancing up through my hair at the person that had spoken, it was a friendly looking woman that I assumed was a teacher due to he lack of uniform. She was quite tall, with long red hair which she had half scooped up; her face was warm and welcoming, and I thought that she looked quite pretty her glasses though didn't really suit her very well, having to push them up her nose every few moments, slipping further down each time she took her hand away. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude...I just wanted to say hello and welcome you to the school I'll be your History teacher Ms De Luca.." she trailed off offering me her hand to shake. Immediately I decided I liked the woman, she just seemed to radiate this friendly slightly erratic charm, I took her hand and shook it smiling back at her. "Thanks...and I don't mind it's just some doodling.." I trailed off, hoping that she would change the direction of the conversation. To my relief she seemed to understand that I didn't really want to talk about this, and smiled warmly at me, "So Claire isn't it?..." she paused for a second while I nodded in response before continuing, "How are you finding your day here so far?" she asked continuing to smile at me. "Not bad...I'm just trying to find my way around really.." I answered not knowing what else to say to her, when all I really wanted to say was I was hating it and wanted nothing more than to go home and crawl under my blankets. Probably reading my reluctance to talk, Ms De Luca smiled once more, "Well I'll leave you to your lunch...I'll see you again later in class.." she added, I wondered whether it was some kind of precaution, to let me know she would realise if was missing. As she smiled again before leaving, I quickly dismissed the thought, she didn't strike me as the type of teacher who went about the place warning students.
Leaving the lunch room I saw a number of people watching me with curious expressions, but like earlier I choose to ignore them, not wanting to draw any further attention to myself y staring back at them. The rest of my day went much the same, each class being the same as the last, except for biology, where the teacher a portly man who seemed to answer to the name of Griggs, forced me to stand in front of the rest of the class and tell them about myself. I had blushed furiously standing before the rest of the class, having to stand at the front of the class at Grigg's insistence, where I hid slightly behind my long fringe, mumbling my name and telling everyone that I had just moved here from London. Griggs had asked me curiously about London for a few moments longer, wanting to know what part I was from, and asking me if it was true that the lines for the London eye were always as long as they were said to be. I could tell that it as somewhere that he wanted to visit from the wistful expression he got while asking me those questions, but I wanted nothing more than for him to just shut up and let me go back to my seat.
My last class of the day wasHistory, Ms De Luca greeted me with a bright smile as I entered the class, pointing towards a seat near the front for me to sit at, as I had arrived late getting lost yet again. I was pleasantly surprised when I actually enjoyed the class,History had always been one of my favourite subjects, but Ms De Luca had a really good teaching method, where I tended to forget that I was actually in a classroom, the way she sounded so passionate about what she was talking about at all times; her expression eager, always trying to incite interest from each of the students in the class. It was only our first day but we covered the founding factors for the Salem witch trials, Ms De Luca opting to cover the course at will rather than giving out a regulated syllabus like the rest of the teachers; her argument being that we should learn what we want when we wanted.
Despite the stares and largely boring classes that I attended I decided that overall my first day at Oak Falls Academy, could have been worse, I would just have to wait and see what tomorrow would bring.