People say that going to school will make you a better person. Well whoever said that must have been seriously high cause there is no way that sitting in a dull classroom for 7 hours, listening to a teacher talk about the Lebanese Civil War is gonna make me any better. It's even worse if you're a werewolf because not only do you have to spend the whole day locked up in this place and the whole night patrolling for vampires.

I don't even know why Sam (my alpha) makes us go anyways, it's not like any of us can graduate and go to college. I mean if we did who would protect La Push from all the blood suckers that come lurking around our territory. I tried explaining all of this to him but he was intent on me getting a good education, saying that when all this werewolf stuff was over I would probably want to explore my options. That was when I presented him with my brilliant plan of becoming an exotic dancer. He was quick to shoot down my idea.

So here I am in this torture chamber that they call school. The teacher is calling students up one- by- one to present this essay that was assigned about 3 weeks ago and she just called my name. Of course I didn't do it, but this time I actually had a good reason why I couldn't. Sam found a vampire trail on our land. We followed it hoping that we would get to kill at least one vampire soon, which is the only perk in our job. We were so close to getting her until she crossed on the vampire territory line, which we aren't allowed to travel on. I was so depressed over my defeat that I just couldn't bear to write that paper about my family history.

Of course I couldn't exactly explain this to my teacher, mainly because she would probably think I'm crazy. I mean I no kids come up with some pretty outrageous excuses but I'm pretty sure I got them beat. So I did the next best thing possible: I faked it. I quickly got out an old piece of paper and headed up to the front of the class. I quickly rethought what I knew about my history.

"Well I was born and raised in La Push, Washington. I am of 100% Quileute descendent. And….." I trailed off not quite sure what to say next. After a couple times of trying and failing to finish my essay, I finally gave up.

"Well Mr. Meraz I suspect that you did not complete your homework, am I correct?" Mrs. Briggs said in her country southern accent.

"You're correct," I mumbled looking for the easiest way out of this situation. "But it wasn't my fault see what had happened was…"

"I don't want to her anymore of your barbarous excuses!" she said loudly as if she was all the way on the other side of the classroom. Wow, my teacher is so lame, who uses the word barbarous? Despite being suddenly yelled at I busted out laughing. But I wasn't the only one. Soon have the class was having hysterics which was only making Mrs. Briggs even madder. She looked like she was about to knock somebody out and I couldn't really blame her. I knew that I wasn't exactly the best student to have in class but I don't think I could have possibly made her this mad.

"Mrs. Briggs are you okay you look a little pale." That was an understatement if I didn't know any better I would have swore that she was a vampire.

"Yes I'm perfectly fine but as for you, you have a detention." She said angrily.

Now normally I would be about ready to phase on her, but she did have a point. I misbehaved therefore I deserved to be punished. Could this be the great Paul Meraz finally learning to control his anger? I thought to myself, Nah I'm just getting more mature I decided instead

"Mr. Meraz… Mr. Meraz….. Mr. Meraz!" Mrs. Briggs said snapping me out of my trance. "Did you hear what I said?"

"Yea," I said quickly, "You said I had detention." With that the bell rang and I strutted out of the classroom. I was just passing the cafeteria when I heard the voice of an angel call my name.

"Hey Meraz, nice performance in class today," called out Brigitte in her perfect Swedish accent.

"Yea, I try my best," I replied smoothly as if it happened all the time.

"So I was wondering if you wanted to hook up sometime?" she said, cutting right down to the chase.

"Y-y-yea," I replied desperately, "Whenever you want to."

With that she left without a finally word of good bye. I must have been so caught up in the way her hips swung back and forth that I didn't notice a small boy on the floor tying her shoe. The next thing I know I'm falling on the ground with a group of people in a circle laughing at me. I violently started to shake, which was not a good thing. I had been able to calm myself down often when I was about to phase but I still got angry quickly. Everybody seemed to get scared when they saw me shaking. They quickly backed off. I stood up and turned around getting ready to unleash all of my anger on the idiot boy standing beside me, to afraid to move. The person slowly raised their head and I realized that it was not a boy….. not a boy at all.

I expected to yell and curse out the person standing in front of me, but when I saw the girl standing before me all of my anger just drifted out of me. It was as if I were falling, all of my life I had been falling and now she was the one holding me up, supporting me. In that instant all of my thoughts disappeared, everything I ever knew and loved evaporated in front of me. All the love I had for my family, friends, my pack instantly vanished. No, I couldn't care less about them it was all about her, my perfect angel.

She was beautiful, no that didn't seem to fit her, she was flawless and perfect. Words couldn't even describe how wonderfully breathtaking she was. She had dark silk straight hair that seemed to cover her face every time she moved. She had the smoothest softest skin I had ever seen and I yearned to run my hand back and forth against the smooth surface. And yes I have to admit I stared at her body. I mean how couldn't I? It was perfect, she was perfect. She had curves in all the right places and legs that seemed to stretch miles long. It was a body that any model would kill for no doubt.

Yes all her features were wonderful, but what got me most was her eyes. They were deep blue with light blue specs all around them. I felt as if I were staring into the depths of the ocean. You could get lost by looking into them, they were so beautiful.

I didn't really notice the time fly by, but I had been staring at her for about three minutes. She finally tilted her head back down and almost ran out of the front door.