1 History

"Thats how it all begain..." The history teacher said. He was talking about some useless crap I would never use in life, or ever care about. Yet, here I was about to fall on my face from being tired and bored.

Oh right, I'm Elisabeth Maroon. At the moment the teacher Mr. Whitley, one of the most boring teachers anyone has ever had, is talking about some "legendary" myth. I know stupid right? Luckily this was my last class for the day before I get to go home and relax.

I look over at my BFF Morgan. I have to say she's most likely one of the prettiest werewolves out there. Oh did I forget to mention that? Thats right people we are werewolves! Or at least every one that I remotely know is... but... not me. Hold up lets get back to the subject at hand... Morgan is tan, tall at 5'9 and has long dark brown hair that looks like it has streaks through it. I'm not even gonna say how pretty her eyes are. Then there's me... I'm pale... and no I don't mean pretty pale I mean ash white pale and my dark black hair doesn't help what so ever. My eyes... there about the only thing werewolfy about me... they are a dark purple mixed with green.

Thinking about this has my face looking depressed, and Morgan notices me looking.

"Watcha thinking?" She mind links me.

Sighing inwardly I know I have to answer or she will never stop bothering me.

So I say the only good excuse I can come up with but it always works.

"I just can't wait to get out of this prison"

I hear her giggling across the room and by the look on Mr. Whitleys face... someone is gonna die.

"MORGAN!" Mr. Whitley is practically yelling at her right now and it's the funniest thing I've every seen. After all he's human so Morgan can do nothing about it. That is.... it was funny until the next thing that he said..."DETENTION!"

Everyone in the room gasps. He never... and I mean NEVER gave anyone detention. Then again I don't blame him, Morgan is one of the most attention seeking people in this whole school.

"But, Mr. Whitley! I can't! After all I have cheer later!" Anyone could here the sarcasm lacing her words. Plus she was definitely not a girly girl who would go around in a little skimpy outfit, and Mr. Whitley also new this.

Holy crap, he looks like he's gonna explode

" OUT! NOW!" Okay now now he's yelling.

As Morgan passes me she pulls out a lollipop, sticks it in her mouth and winks at Mr. Whitley. Holy shit. If I didn't know Morgan I'd think she was crazy. Trying not to laugh, like everyone else in the room, I wait until class is over.

RING!

Finally, back to freedom I go.