I might be a hybrid and all, but I'm terrified about today. I have never been to school, and I don't want to mess it up.

I already took a shower and fixed my hair. I decided to curl it at the ends. And now I'm putting my outfit on for the day; a white tank top, a white bra, dark blue jeans with rips and holes in them, a black jacket, and my white and black Adidas. I also put a black choker around my throat.(Pic up top!)

Once I changed into the outfit, I applied some lip balm and mascara before leaving the bathroom. I already had my bracelet on my wrist so I was all ready.

Melissa was in the kitchen, making some coffee when I walked in with my bag filled with textbooks and my phone.

"You look pretty. You ready for today?" She asked me, fixing her cup of coffee.

"Yep." Lie.

"There is some cereal in the pantry if you're hungry," she said, pointing to a long gray door.

"I'm good. Coffee will do," I said, walking to the coffee pot. Usually I don't turn down food, but this morning I'm just too nervous to eat.

"Brooklyn, you'll be fine," Melissa said, sitting at the island.

"Forgot about that," I mumbled, walking over to the coffee machine.

I poured some coffee in the blue mug, and I went to sit beside Melissa. She was on her computer, typing an email to somebody.

"So, besides you, are there any other witches or warlocks in this town?" I asked her, holding my coffee between my hands.

"Yes and no. They don't live here, but they come when Alpha Alec calls. He is the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack," she replied.

"Oh, well, do you go when he calls?" I asked her.

She shook her head,"Nope. I have put witch craft behind me, far behind me. I am now just touching it again after four years."

"Because of me?"

"Yes, but not in a bad way. I'm using my magic to help protect you. That reminds me," she said, pulling something out of her work bag.

"This is a potion, well perfume if you prefer, that will cover your scent. Three sprays and you are good until after school. It smells lovely too; like strawberries," she explained, handing me a perfume bottle.

It had clear liquid in it. I sprayed the magical perfume on me, and I looked to her for the answer. Witches can sense wolves or vampires too, but by the tension in the room.

"You are good. I can barely fell any tension right now," she said with an approving nod.

"Alright, well, I think I should head to school," I said, standing up from my seat.

"Okay, well, all you have to do is going into the office, ask for your schedule, and then you are all set," Melissa reminded me.

"Alright. Thank you for the magical perfume, and I'll see you later."

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you?" She asked.

"I promise, I'm fine with walking. You done enough," I said, grabbing my bag.

"Well, okay. But take the key under the mat for later in case I'm not here," she said.

"Gotcha."

I walked out of the house, and I grabbed the key under the light blue door mat. I put the key in my bag before looking up the directions to the school.

I passed bookstores, boutiques, a bakery, and a park before a school building came in view. It was a medium sized building with a lot of windows. People were outside talking with their friends or on their phones.

There was stairs that lead to the silver double doors. People started to stare at me when I walked up the steps. I heard their whispering voices.

"Is she new?"

"What's her name?"

"I love those jeans."

"She's hot."

They disappeared when I entered the building. Inside there was a door to my right, leading to the office. I opened that door, and I hit with a honey smell. I walked to the desk where a man looked up.

"Can I help you?" He asked, rudely, might I add.

"I'm new. Brooklyn Jones," I said, and he looked through some files on his desk.

"Here," he said, handing me two pieces of paper.

"Thank you. Have a nice day," I said, walking to the door.

And when I thought he was going to be nice, and say have a nice day too, he said this.

"Me having a nice day? Never," he mumbled, but I heard him.

Supernatural abilities: 1102939 Human Me: 0

I walked back into the hall to see stairs going up, and there was two hallways downstairs. I looked at the locker numbers, and I knew mine was upstairs since it was 266.

Some people were already inside, switching out book, or sitting in class waiting for the bell to ring. When I walked up the stairs, it had an opening and you could see the bottom floor. Then there was a hallway to my left, which held another hallway at the end of it.

Black lockers were lined against the white and gray walls. My locker was a top locker which I'm glad for, and it was in the second set of lockers on the right.

54. 39. 2.

It popped open, and I took my books out of my bag and placed them in the locker. Then I put my bag in there too because I didn't want to carry it around all day. I found a pencil, and I grabbed my English textbook and notebook before shutting it.

I kept my schedule so I could find my classes since the door numbers were on the paper. My English class was downstairs.

As I was walking down the steps, the bell rang, and students started to fill the hallways.

I continued to walk down the stairs, minding my own business. 13. 13. 13.

Found it!

I walked into the class, and I walked over to the teacher. She was a young woman with big brown eyes and her black hair. She looked up when I stopped walking.

"You must be the new student. I'm Mrs. Jackson, welcome to North Bay High School," she introduced herself.

"I'm Brooklyn," I said, kindly.

"You can sit by the window. The boy who sits there moved a couple of months ago," she said, pointing to a seat.

"Thank you."

I walked over to the seat, and I sat down. People who entered the class stared at me like I was a new puppy. I looked down at my textbook to avoid their gazes.

The tardy bell rang, and majority of seats were filled except for seven seats left open. Nobody seemed to care about them, not even the teacher.

She handed out a packet filled with questions about grammar. When I was half way done, the door was yanked opened.

Everybody snapped their heads up to see who was coming in. First it was a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes who was holding hands with a black headed and dark brown eyes girl. Then it was a girl with bright orange hair and green eyes with a boy with brown eyes and light brown hair.

Lastly there was a girl with bright blue eyes and light brown hair walked in with another boy with dark brown eyes with dark brown curly hair.

Werewolves.

Then a different smell hit me. It was a mixture of pine trees and rosewood. It was devouring. I looked up to see a guy walked in. He had dark brown hair that was spiked up and dark blue eyes. He had muscles because you could it see through his black t-shirt he had one.

I swear all of the girls were drooling, and I got this jealousy feeling in my gut.

The guy was looking around, and he stopped when his eyes met mine. My heart stopped beating for a minute when he looked in my eyes.

"Mate," he whispered so quietly that nobody heard him, except for me.

His group of friends must have heard it too because they all stopped talking and looked at him and then at me with wide eyes.

Oh shit. Now how am I suppose to lay low?

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