3. AFTER-PARTY
"Good one, Leo. Although you really think aliens are real? Interesting story." Rae chuckled, munching an Oreo.
"It was a dream. You can't control yours." Leo argued. I laughed too but my mind keeps on returning to the girl I met on that Wednesday night.
"Hey, guys? Is someone missing since last Wednesday night?" I asked directly without even thinking. Ugh, why?
"No, there are none. Why?" Kate replied, still looking Carlo in the eyes. I admit, they look good together. "How did you become one of us anyway, Tiff?" she said, her eyes focused on me.
"Well," I started, their eyes now all on me. "I was walking home from school, when suddenly I saw a girl and she was hurt. She accidentally scratched me, I turned my back for a while and she was gone. Only a note left on the floor that says. "You'll find out soon enough."
"What? What does the girl look like?" Kate looks terrified but I can see curiosity in her eyes. Leo and the others had a blank expression but eyes are popping wide open.
Now that I think about it, I really can't explain how she looks like. So I just went with.. "Beautiful and white." Well, she was white.
"Who is that girl?" Leo asked, frowning.
"I don't know." I sighed, standing up. I sat beside Rae by the tree while Kate, Chris, Carlo and Leo were around us in a semi-circle. Rae gave me a little pat on the back and said, "Let's not talk about this, it gives back a horrible flashback. I should know. I didn't know who turned me anyway." she gave me a reassuring smile.
"Yeah, and the weird thing is, we all don't know who turned us." Chris added. "That's why we weren't really that shocked that you didn't know yours." Something's weird going on. Are we really connected for a reason? Who turned us? Why aren't they panicking about this? My mind is babbling again.
"Oh, I almost forgot." Leo said, getting something from his sling bag."Here's your schedule. Ms. Robinson gave it to me a while ago." He handed me an index card and my schedule was printed there.
"Thanks."
I looked at the small index card, my face turning into a frown.
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Monday- History 7-9 AM, Strength 10-12 PM,
Tuesday- Speed and Agility 8-10 AM, Archery 11-1 PM
Wednesday- Vacant day
Thursday- Self control 4-6 PM
Friday- 5-9 PM Transformation and drills
Saturday- Circle Meeting
Sunday- Rest
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What kind of schedule is this? Self-Control? Archery is cool. Guess that would be my favorite subject.
“Leo, do we have a class together?” I said, putting the index card in my black JanSport bag.
“Yeah, we have same classes every Monday.” He smiled. “Circle meeting tomorrow, well, we’ll see what element you’ll be then.”
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Not Your Ordinary Wolf
Teen FictionTiffany Gomez is just an ordinary girl. She has to survive Wolf academy since she turned into one. But she's not just any wolf. Normally, wolves have fire-like orange marks on their cheeks, but to Tiff, she has midnight blue flower-like tattoos. Wha...
