3. Interaction

A Chapter by Sara

“Mom, its bad enough they are staying here. But now we go to the same school?!” I crossed my arms and huffed. My mom shook her head and sighed. “We moved here to escape the feud back home. Don’t start another one here!” I groaned; our argument was not even worth the struggle. I walked up to my room, flinging myself on the bed. I stared up at the ceiling. My mind was racing about what would occur tomorrow and how everyone would react. I sighed and shut my eyes.

Then I opened them, because apparently people like to scream as loud as they can on the streets. I looked at my clock " it was 42:65. I looked back at the floor then my head shot up and looked back at the clock. 42:65? I blinked then the person screamed again, causing me to look back at my window. I stood up and walked over " and what I saw made me want to scream. Someone lying dead in the street, vampires on one side, werewolves on the other. They leapt at each other, howls and screams echoing down the streets. I shook my head, wanting it to stop. Sophie, a voice whispered behind me. I whirled around, only to be met by a shadowy figure that threw itself on me and consumed me in darkness.

“Sophie!” I shot up in bed, my hair a mangled mess. “Wha…?” I looked up at my mom. “Get up!” she said, “Unless you want to be late again.” I looked at the clock. “Crap!”

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Liza punched Dylan in the arm. “Ow!” he said, rubbing the spot where she had hit him. “What the hell was that for?” Liza shrugged and continued walking. “You seem so out of it.” She said cheerfully, walking across the sidewalk. Dylan shook his head and looked down at the round. 34:57. He repeated the number in his head. Something about that dream that struck him as odd. “Aw, s**t!” Liza suddenly said. “We’re gonna be late! Race ya!” She sped off, leaving Dylan far behind her. He grumbled and took off after her.

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I got to school just as the first bell rang. I growled, knowing that I would have to sit in the principal’s office until next period. I walked into the office area and sat down where the tardy kids sit. I got the same look from the secretary as I always do " the ‘Oh-it’s-you-again’ look. I sighed, and dropped my book bag on the floor. I put my elbow on the desk and leaned against my hand, planning to silently wait an hour and a half all by myself. But of course my luck would run out and someone walked into the door. I looked up as the scent hit me, and the wolf looked over at me as well. He looked back at the secretary and mumbled a few words but she shook her head and pointed over to me. He stood their staring at her, and then slowly walked over to where I was sitting " great.

He sat down across from me and immediately looked in the other direction. I don’t know what really came over me at that moment, but quite frankly, that just ticked me off. He moved out here to avoid the conflict but now he was causing another one. “Um…” I said quietly. He looked over at me slowly, surprised to actually hear me talking to him. “I’m Sophie…” I said, scratching my head a little. He nodded then looked away, obviously confused. “This is where you tell me…your name?” I said expectantly. He surprised me by smirking and looking back at me. “Is it?” he said sarcastically. I blinked and nodded, trying to convey no emotion in my face. He sighed and leaned over the table in front of me. “I’m not really the talking type, especially w-“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Werewolves and vampires and all that. But it was my understanding we all moved here to avoid that kind of thing.” I raised an eyebrow and leaned back, crossing my arms. He looked at me for a second then looked down at the table, like he was thinking about what I just said. “I suppose you’re right.” He said, looking back up at me with a small smile on his face. That surprised the hell out of me.

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