That's right. Aithne is a half-blood. Understand why she's a little worried about be admitted into hell? Only part of her belongs there.
The next morning, Aaron was awakened by someone nudging his shoulder. When he opened his eyes, he found Aithne, watching him irritated.
"You slept through your alarm. Get up, or you'll be late." She opened his blinds, letting a light in, forcing him to cover his eyes.
"What hour is it?" he questioned grouchily.
"Six. We need to be at school by seven. I woke you up now in case you want a shower." With the nod of his head, she was gone.
Forty-five minutes later, Aithne and Aaron were in a cab on their way to the school, each nervous for different reasons.
"So what do we do first?" Aaron asked her, still not certain of her full plan.
"Just be a student," she told him. "Make friends. Join a sport. Something. Just don't go on a spree. You'll smell them, they'll be everywhere, but do not go killing everyone." Aaron nodded his head, reminding himself to have self control. Never had werewolves been in such a haven for Blue Bloods. When the cab stopped in front of the school, Aaron thought they were mistaken, but there was the sign, and students were walking in. "Let's go." Aithne was tugging his arm, pulling him out of the cab. She handed him a piece of paper. "I got your schedule this morning. You're still Aaron, we're brother and sister from New Jersey moving up here because our parents' business finally took off. Don't tell anyone where you live. The cover should be fine." Aaron nodded his head, dumbfounded at her explanation. "Remember," she called as she walked down one of the sidewalks towards the building. "Stay calm!"
Aithne made her way into a small classroom with about three kids. Music. There were two boys and a girl. One boy she recognized. The Conduit.
"Ah, the new student." the teacher said with a sarcastic enthusiasm. "Welcome to my music class. I'm Mr. Hoffman. Take a seat wherever you'd like." Aithne stood for a moment, looking at the three students just as they were looking at her.
"I'm Aithne. Aith." she introduced, making sure to force a fake smile. The Conduit was the first to speak.
"I'm Oliver," he greeted, patting an empty seat next to him. She gladly took it, knowing that he'd be her connection to the Blue Blood. "That's Jamie." He pointed to the girl in the corner with the saxophone. "And that's John." John sat in another corner with a tuba. "They like the think of themselves at "tortured artists." Aithne laughed, despite being disappointed that neither were Blue Bloods. "So what brings you to our school?"
"My parents business took off," she replied, just as she'd rehearsed. Oliver nodded his head.
"Yeah, that happens a lot here. We get a few new students from businesses taking off, then they pull out when the business takes a turn for the worst." After a moment his eyes widened. "Oh, shoot! Sorry! Didn't make it to seem like your parents' business would-"
"No, it's fine," Aith assured him. "I know that the odds aren't good, but we enjoy what we have while we can."
"Um…" Oliver had a hard time picking up the conversation again. "So what do you play?"
"Play?" she questioned. "I sing. There's just no Chorus. Do we actually do anything in this class?"
"Nope," he replied. "Never have. Never will. Mr. Hoffman likes to "let our creative juices flow." And he just doesn't like to do anything."
"Oh. Um…So is it easy to make friends here?" She was finally turning the conversation in a direction that she needed to go.