Stopping her test grading for the males in the classroom, Janet Barch smiled, welcoming Sandi with some sense of relief, "So, you actually decided to show up, huh?"
Sandi blinked for a few moments and looked at the clock, then double checked on her cell phone, "Actually, I have you for class this period." She wasn't about to take any added time out of her day to deal with a teacher, "So can we make this fast before like, school starts? Because I seriously don't want to be seen talking to a teacher about mythical creatures."
"Oh, right." Barch stood up shutting the door behind Sandi, "Have a seat anywhere..." She moved back to her desk, "About the other day..."
Sitting down Sandi raised her eyebrow, "What? How did you know I was out there?"
"Well, that MAN, Jonathan was a stupid little pooch to say the least." Barch remembered back when he first came to Lawndale.
Sandi tried to think, she knew of that guy, Jonathan who had been found dead next to her, attacked by the same monster that hurt her arm but... "Uhm, okay...?" Then the word hit her like a brick, "Pooch - Like a Dog?"
"HE's the fool that bit you. Luckily if it wasn't for me... he probably would've killed ya." She felt a bit of pride in herself as she looked at her student, "Damn men, always thinking they can get the best of us - but this is a WOMAN'S town, except Herbert, if it wasn't for him that Scotty incident would've put you behind bars!"
"Herbert?" Sandi thought for a moment, she might've remembered when looking at that letter that the first letter might've been an H... or maybe two Ls... Pulling out the letter she had recieved that morning she checked the name, "Uhm... who is-"
Three knocks on the door and a key went into the door knob to unlock the door, a signifigant sign to Barch that a third person was going to come to this meeting.
The door opened and a VERY familiar figure came walking in, shutting the door behind her and gleefully going over next to Ms. Barch, "Sandi Griffin... huh?" Turning to Sandi, Mrs. Diane Bennett - Economics Teacher, smiled sweetly, "I'm glad to see you've made it to the meeting. I'm sad you'd skip school on a Friday but I understand, with it being after the full moon and all."
Sandi stared at the new comer, unsure of what to say, her face showing little to no expression. "Um..." She looked at both Barch and Bennett, unsure of what to say, "Uh..."
"No need to say more." Mrs. Bennett nodded, "Your secret is safe with us." She giggled a bit at her next statement, "If you tattle, we'll have to tell the authorities though... and they can have you taken away in a jiffy."
Her not so intelligent brain did not understand what was going on. "So like... this IS for real?" She had still been skeptic although the whole werewolf thing made sense, but I guess reassurance from an insane teacher and a somewhat sane teacher would be good enough... for now, "We're werewolves?"
Bennett smiled, trying to think of an Economics paralell to that statement but realized this was Sandi she was talking to, "Actually, my hubby and I are..." She hated to use the term Vampire because that was so... depressing and dark, but again realized she was talking to Sandi and probably should just use the 'V' word, "Vampires." Her words fell a bit as she spoke.
Watching the conversation quietly, Janet Barch nodded, realizing there are probably a few kids outside her classroom waiting to get in. "So... In conclusion, you're a werewolf, I'm a werewolf, Mrs. Bennett's a vampire, and her husband Herbert's one too. Any questions?"
"Who's Herbert?" Sandi was more than needing time to take in this information, "Is he like Dracula or something?" She couldn't dare compare the cuter of the two brothers to Mr. Bennett...
Mrs Bennett started for the door, as she had to start her class as well, "He's the chief of the Lawndale Police Department, and he's got quite a record." She laughed a bit on her way out, a few students coming into the classroom as she left.
Sandi remained confused throughout class, trying to grasp her situation better but her foolish idiocy constantly going back to something as benign and shallow as having to work with the teachers. She thought about Ms. Barch and how she saved her and immediately disregarded that any further. There was no way in Hell she'd be grateful for that... well, grateful to Ms. Barch... "Uhm..."
"I'm so sorry about the other day, Sandi..." Stacy fumbled with her pencils and papers on her desk and looked up at Ms Barch who was writing something scientific on the board, "I mean, you're like one of my best friends and everything and..." Turning away the pig-tailed girl removed a folder from her bag and passed it to Sandi, "I took notes at the dance because I knew you'd want them. I meant to give them to you the other day but I figured with your date having been killed in the woods and all..."
Nodding, Sandi took the folder and glanced at the contents before looking back to Stacy, "You've already gotten into college, right?" She mumbled, remembering Stacy had said something about how her parents had forced her to spend two years at Lawndale State until she could prove herself. Sandi had no idea what to do now with college and everything happening so fast. She still wanted to be a model but her body was more than ruined, unless some magical scar cream would heal her body... and even then, what if a fashion show fell on a full moon? Her mind filled with anger and she stood up, putting her hands on her desk. "This is total BULLSHIT!"
Everybody in the room looked at her, including Stacy and Ms Barch. All eyes on Sandi. Attention she wanted but attention not good. "Sandi! Sit down." Barch barked back, holding a wooden pointer in her hand, "If you have some to say, PLEASE wait till after class." Turning back she continued with her lesson, "Now, as you can see here, the female Mulberry Tree is the only one that grows the sweet, delicious berries while the male tree just SITS BACK AND POLLIN-"
Sandi sat down and folded her arms, feeling near embarassment for what she had just done. "Are you okay, Sandi?" Stacy looked at her friend and then answered her question, "I have to go to Lawndale State, remember?"
Continuing to look away, Sandi mumbled something about possibly having to go to Lawndale State herself, but this was because she was still unsure of what to do and her grades were just not college material... and with her possible new found problems, she pretty much felt screwed at the moment. Looking at her rock hard nails she glanced over at Stacy, for the first time in her life feeling a tiny bit distant from humanity.
After science, Sandi got up and rushed out of the room as not to be bothered by Ms. Barch. She didn't want to talk to her about her sudden outburst in class, because there [i]was[/i] nothing to talk about. She was just a tiny bit frustrated, angry even, maybe too angry for something at stupid as this... or maybe she was spot on. She felt cornered by her own life all of the sudden and this was a cage that Sandi Griffin did not want to be in.
Luckily enough for her, her next class had coincidentally happened to be Economics, so if she needed a safe place to go - dealing with Mrs. Bennett would be the totally wrong direction. "At least Quinn is in that class..." She mumbled to herself before entering the Economics room with as much caution as a wet cat.
"Sandi! I really hope I can talk to you after school today." Diane Bennett smiled as she watched Sandi sit down, nearly completely unaware of Sandi's emotions, "I hope the news wasn't a... shocker." She smiled, picking up a chalkboard eraser and erasing the football like economics diagrams from the board.
Scowling to herself Miss Fashion Club President ignored the teacher, pulling out her industrial grade nail file and began maintaining her already gorgeous nails, being careful not to chip her polish.
Quinn came darting in and sitting next to Sandi, "Okay, so... in English first period, Mr. O'Neill is gonna sign us this outrageous three page paper about that Tom Sawyer book... like a whole essay! Double Spaced at least, but still. It's going to be [a.n. yes, American schools are this f*cking easy in some places] about the use of Twain's..." Quinn glanced at the file Sandi was using, "What are you doing to your nails?"
"I'm filing them." Sandi answered bluntly, "Why?" She didn't bother looking at Quinn, nor really cared what Quinn had to say. She just wanted school to be over so she could go home. This whole situation was so nerve racking and shattering it made her feel uneasy.
Quinn blinked, "What do you mean... why?" She snatched the file from Sandi's hands and looked at it, "You know, this isn't a finger nail file, right?" She didn't know what kind of file it was but she tried to use it on her own nail for a second, it quickly filing away, "This could seriously damage your nails Sandi." She took out her own file and started to reshape the nail she just ruined, "Where did you get that?"
Snatching it back, Sandi glared at Quinn, "It's none of your business." She looked away, "I've been having trouble with my nails lately." Throwing the file back in the bag she sighed, "What is uhm... Tom Sawyer?"
