~Aurora's Point of View~
There were so many people standing around the outside of the building, that I felt immensely nervous and a little faint.
"I changed my mind. Let's go home. Who needs school really?" I spoke to Warren, who looked as calm and cool as ever. Stupid wolf.
"Relax Ro, what's the worst that could happen?" He chuckled as he ran his fingers through his shaggy black hair.
"Um, let's see. My teacher could be a zombie and try to eat me. There could be a mob who wants to kill me. We could have to dissect goldfish." I answered. He looked at me strangely before he shook his head.
"Come on Ro. Think positive." He laughed as he started walking up to the doors.
"I am positive. Positive that something negative is going to happen today." I spoke as I grabbed onto his arm.
"Calm down. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." He finished as he pulled me along. Sure, he was calm. He fit right in. I, on the other hand, did not. Thanks to his Quileute blood line, and him saying that I was his adopted little sister, we were allowed to attend the La Push school. "I should have at least dyed my hair." I muttered softly as I twirled a strand of my blonde hair around my finger.
"You look fine." Warren commented as we approached the office.
"I look like a sore thumb." I huffed.
"Quit worrying Ro. Seriously." Warren laughed as he pushed open the door of the office and approached the secretary.
"How can I help you?" She asked, not looking away from her computer screen.
"I'm Warren Forester and this is my adopted sister Aurora Ryver. We were told to pick up our schedules here." He spoke, his deep voice like a magnetic force that drew the woman's eyes to his. I hid my giggle behind my hand when her jaw dropped a tad. Warren had that affect on people.
"Y-yes of course. Let's see.. Yes, here you are." She spoke, as she offered him a genuine smile.
"Thank you ma'am." He drawled before handing me my schedule.
"Why do I have to be so young?" I huffed as I walked towards my locker.
"Curse you stupid locker." I growled as once again, it wouldn't open.
"Need some help?" A male voice asked from behind me. Scaring the crap out of me.
"You know, it's rude to walk up behind people." I grunted as I turned around and was met with a chest in my face. Oh my he was tall, with shaggy black hair, honey brown eyes, copper skin, and oh the muscles. I noticed, with as much awkwardness as there could be in this situation, that he was staring at me with wide eyes.
"And it's rude to stare." I spoke, fighting down the urge to blush.
"What? Oh sorry. I'm Seth Clearwater. What's your name?" He asked as he took my schedule with my locker combination on it and perfectly opened the locker.
"My locker is a traitor." I muttered, as I glared at it and all of its metalness.
"What?" He laughed. Oh my poor heart.
"My name is Aurora Ryver. You can call me Ro." I introduced as I put all of my book, except for my drama book, into my locker, before giving him a quick smile then turning around to walk quickly to my first class.