.:Nyx:. Chpt 2

It didn't take her long to get to the school. She didn't have any form of transport but she was use to hoofing it… Plus she needed the fresh air. When she arrived, it was obvious she certainly got her wish. She looked nothing like any of the humans wondering around the front of the school, she stood out big time. 'Oh well, they were bound to notice me anyway, I mean I am new!' the optimistic voice in her head told her, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't the only one who wasn't normal at this school.

She plugged in the iPod her warlock friend, Sheena, gave her. Scrolling through the music options she suddenly remembered why she loved that girl! She chose a song to be brave to, and walked out of the shadows, to face her newest challenge.

To say everyone stared would be an understatement… when she raised her head and shook out her fringe, she saw that people were literally open mouthed at the site of her. She heard the whispering then, another little perk of being a shifter, she had amazing hearing for example she could hear a pin drop from two football fields away… so hearing the whispers about the 'gothic biker chic wannabe' and the 'out of state parolee' really wasn't that hard… sighing at the soon to be rumours she walked tall and proud up the stone steps, and under a banner reading, 'South Skeagh High, Home of the Ferocious Panthers' – well isn't that one sweet coincidence…

Inside the school things got better. It had been a nice sunny morning, so most people had been outside, so when she got in there was hardly anyone left to stare at her 'Phew' she walked a little bit into hall and was instantly met by a rather frail looking woman who at that present minute in time looked like she would rather be running away from her than approaching.
'Nicola Wyatt?'
'Yes, that's me, and you are?'
'I'm the principals secretary, Miss Philips, would you like to follow me and we can get your schedule sorted out and give you a quick tour of the school before classes begin.'
'Lead the way Miss'

For someone so frail, that Miss Philips could certainly move, she bobbed and weaved between the cluster of students so quickly, Nicola could barely see her sometimes, and that is saying something. Regardless, she soon found the woman again, standing outside a set of double doors that led to an office of some kind, she followed her in and set about the laborious task of 'getting settled in' half an hour later, armed with a map, a time table and not a lot of hope, Nicola headed to her first class.

Nicola had English this period, she soon found her room, and being the polite shifter she is, she knocked on the door, after a startled 'come in' form the other side she walked in, found the teacher, handed her note explaining why she was late, who she was and such. After a brief introduction and the handing over of several text books, she turned to take her seat, the only free seat was at the back, beside a tallish looking boy with fair, fuzzy hair that fell over his eyes in an attractive way. Her mind suddenly sparked at this, 'Could have done a lot worse for your first class'

She started down the classroom and was halfway to her seat when she smelt it, It was coming from the boy. Her partner. Oh god! Why here? I thought this was guaranteed mundane only school…

The boy sniffed, and looked up, and that's when she saw his eyes.
'Great, there goes the neighbourhood,' she gave up, 'What do you do when your English partner is a werewolf?'