Chapter 4: Wolf

"I've never in the history of my school, seen a girl change into a wolf." Principal Williams admired.

            "Th-thank you sir." I stumbled on my words.  Where was Raven? Why did I have to talk to the principal? Would he figure out my secret?

            "It's very rare, you see." Principal Williams began, "It's now called "The Devil's Pet", but of course it's just a name." The Devil's pet? Great.

            "Um...Tha-That's nice to know."

            "It is indeed. The wolf has a lot of history behind it." I didn't answer so Williams changed the subject. "So Whitney, what do you for fun?"

            "I…uh…Draw." I stammered picking something that just popped into my head. I had never really drawn anyway.  I didn't really do much since I was constantly on the move.

            "Well, we'll have to enroll you in some art classes for your electives. Anything else you like to do?"

            "I sing…" I actually did like to sing.

            The principal chuckled, "You'll fit perfectly in the choir.  My son, Derek's a tenor." He gestured to his son who had silently swooped in as an eagle through the open window.  He now sat quietly in the corner, studying the books on the shelves.  Principal Williams stood up.

            "I'll walk you to the girl's dorm room and check in with Mrs. Berlowski.  She'll get your schedule ready according to your shape shifting ability." He smiled kindly as he ushered out of his office.  Derek looked back, watching them silently with his eyes. He had such pretty eyes.

            I still didn't have shoes on and I was wearing Raven's coat as we walked across the courtyard to the girl's dorm room.  By the time we made it, my feet were red.  I thought Mrs. Berlowski would be older than what she looked like. She looked like she was 22.

            "Hello Mrs. Berlowski. This is Whitney Pinter. We need to prepare a schedule for her."

            "Is there anything that you would like to study for electives?" She asked as she began typing in information.

            "Well, some art classes and choir to start her off." 

            "What can she do?"

            "She's a wolf." Mrs. Berlowski continued typing until finally a printer sounded.  She pulled it out and handed it to me. It had nine periods on it, including lunch period.

1.      1. Anatomy of Mammals

2.     2.  Into to Art

3.     3.  Intro to defense

4.     4.  Study Hall

5.     5.  Lunch

6.     6.  Saving lives 1

7.     7.  Sketch art/drawing

8.     8.  Survival

9.     9. Theatre arts

            "Theatre Arts?" I asked. I had never acted in my entire life. Ever.

            "It's actually a super easy class. Besides, we need more actresses which is surprising since we usually need more actors." Mrs. Berlowski eyed me down, "Besides, you look like an actress already." She stood up, towering over me in her 4 inch heels and told me to follow.

            "I'll show you to your dorm room. You don't need to accompany us Principal Williams." Principal Williams was in a daze.

            "Uh, yes of course. I have…other things to attend to." with that, he strutted out, trying to hold his dignity in place.

            "Do you always get men like that?" I asked. I was a little jealous since she was drop dead gorgeous and had every man, even the principal taking second looks at her.

            Mrs. Berlowski sighed, "Yes. It's a shame." She looked down at her soft hands.  No rings sat on her fingers.

            "Are you really married?" I asked. I felt like I was being nosy.

            "I was engaged, but never married." She admitted.

            "Then why are you called Mrs.?" I pressed on.

            "So I don't have any of the available guys here asking me out. For God's sakes let me have a look around without having single guys that drool over my body asking me out every chance they get." We then climbed the stairs in silence.

            We arrived on the third floor. Mrs. Berlowski walked the hallway like a super model until we arrived at a door.  She knocked once and it flew open.  A girl in a burgundy dress, like Mrs. Berlowski's dress, stood in front of us. She had a white knit sweater on top of the dress and white mary janes. She had chestnut hair that was curled to perfection and laid on her shoulders neatly.  Her nails were painted with big Jaguar spots.  Her eyes were bright green, maybe even yellow. 

            "Hello Mrs. Berlowski! Is this my new roommate?"

            "Yes Jane. Yes it is." Mrs. Berlowski turned to me, "This is Jane. She's a Jaguar so you'll have the same required classes. She can get you around. Your uniform is on your bed with your backpack. If you wanted a dress, you can always come see me." She smiled and left.  When the door closed tightly, Jane turned to me.

            "What can you do?" She asked out of curiosity. I hesitated. Should I trust this girl I had just met?

            "W-Wolf" I stammered.

            "That's really cool!" Jane smiled.  "I've never seen you before. Are you new here?" I nodded my head.

            "Well I'll tell you how things work around here. Lunch is at noon on the dot. You can't get in line before, but if you're hungry, the lunch ladies can usually slip you something. They're really nice about that." Jane paused to stroll over to the only window in the room and opened it to let the cool breeze in.

            She then continued, "Lunch goes until 12:30. You have ten minutes afterwards to get your stuff for your next class and be in the room by 12:40. If you're late to a class, you first off won’t be able to get back in. Second, you will be marked tardy and will lose points in the class unless you've been absent or sick for the day." She turned to sit on her bed.

            "Your uniform is on your bed," She pointed to the small bed on the other side of the dorm room. A white blouse,  maroon skirt, white socks and white Mary Janes sat neatly and crisp, ready to be worn. "There are four pairs of these things in your side of the closet. You have to wear your uniform around campus unless you're in the dorm rooms or its holiday break and you decided to stay here for it."  She stopped for a moment to catch her breath and then said, "I didn't catch your name."

            "Whitney." I had said my second word to this girl. Jane was a non-stop talker.  "When do classes start?"

            Jane smirked, "Classes are done for the day. Sorry if that disappoints you. You're lucky the school year began a week or two ago." She sighed, "And Raven is starting her escape pattern again." Raven's name interested me. Was Raven popular here? Would she act different if I wanted to see her?

            "Do you not like Raven?" I asked, trying not to sound too protective of the Raven I had known for a short period of time.  If you had carried someone injured on your back for miles to a hospital, wouldn't you feel a little protective of that person if someone was talking about them? Even if she did have a firey tounge.

            "She's…ok. I just don't understand why she's constantly trying to escape. She was barely here last year and she passed her finals with flying colors.  I worked my a*s off and still didn't do as well as she did, but I came out with passing grades." Jane huffed.

            "She's nice to me." I mumbled. Did people not like Raven? Yes I knew she had a lot of sarcasim, but that doesn't mean you have to hate her for it.

            "How do you know her?" Jane asked. Question after question.

            "We came in together."

            Jane nodded and moved onto a different question. "You probably had to stop by William's office and you met Jan, his receptionist so I have ask, did you meet Derek?"

            "Um…" He was the Principal's son wasn't he? The eagle.

            "Um? That's it?" She burst out franticlly. "Derek is the hottest guy on campas and also one of the richest but that's not the point! He is the cutest boy here and all the girls have fallen for him. Its hell for the girl he asks to Winter Formal.  Every single girl takes revenge on her.  Last year Christe Zimmerman got asked and she was sabatoged to get sick the day of.  Puked right on the dance floor." Jane stopped her rambling as if to recall the moment in her head. She then snapped out of the trance and continued, "She transferred to the Academy in Ontario. She was my roommate."

            "Oh." I said. The fact was that now I had remembered Derek and I remembered that he was cute. I had fallen for him like a rock falling in water. I think his eyes got me.

            "Let me have a look at your schedule Whitney." She stuck her hand out. I gave it over to her.

            "We have all the required classes together as well has Theatre Arts."

            "Do you like to act?" If she did, maybe she could help me pass this class.

            "I Guess I do. It was the only class I could sign up for." She shrugged her shoulders. "Get changed and I'll give you a tour of the campus before dinner is announced.

Author's Note

ignore grammar