A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing (In progress)

                                                                                  Chapter One

    The excited chatter of voices was one multi-pitched blur as everyone waited in one long line in front of the school library. Today was the day that your destiny was decided. . . or in other words, the day that you received your class schedule.

   Everyone looks forward to this day, even though it's still mid-August and we should still be enjoying our Summer Vacation. The only bad part? Pictures for your I.D. cards. The photographers hold up a Tigger doll and expect you to smile. Seriously, I'm tempted to use Photoshop and make my own card.

   From what I've been hearing, the District hasn't been giving the schools enough money to pay for anything. Therefore, the schools have been having "budget cuts" so they can save money. I think that's a load of bullshit. If Newhaven Middle School has enough money to give us $50 itunes gift cards, they should have enough money to buy us better photographers. Or better yet, let us make our own. I always thought their layout designs were shitty anyway.

"Isis!" Came a voice from the begininig of the line.

   I looked up to see my best friend, Victory, racing full speed toward me with a small peice of white paper in her hand. Her schedule.

"Izzyizzyizzy! Guess what?" She squealed, jumping up and down.

"What." I asked dully. A bunch of kids standing in line give us worried glances, but I'm used to it. Tori is always hyperactive and full of energy,daring, and positive no matter how negative the situation.

"I got in Computer Art, Isis!" She squealed."Do you know how long I have been waiting so I could get in this class? Two years! Two whole years!"

It's true. Ever since she's been in sixth grade, Tori has been wanting to get in Computer Art and Programming.

"Oh my gosh, Izzy! I'm so happy I could fly to the moon right now!"

"Wonderful."

"You know what else? I got Ms. Stoneridge for English. I've heard she's really good. . ."

   I seriously hope I got into that Engineering class. When my STAR test results came in a couple of weeks ago, I got into the "Advanced" section. It was the seventh time.(Yeah whatever. Call me a nerd. I don't care.) With those kinds of results, I could skip a class this year and take two electives. After much debating in my head, I decided to get rid of Phys. Ed. and take Computers and Choir.

   Why? There are two things in life that I can't live without: Music and Computers. If either of them are taken away, I'm practically half-dead. They're a part of me. The computer part especially. I love decoding random messages discarded in some browsers database, or hacking into some douchebag's computer when he steals my works off DeviantART and calls it his own. I feel oddly relaxed whenever I'm around computers. By the way, if you've got a virus from 'HylianFalcon', that's me. I hope you're having fun chasing your desktop icons all over your screen :) 

". . .and I'm going to have a blast this year, Isis. I just know it―Hey Isis! Are you listening?" Victory waved her arm in front of my face and snaps me out of my trance.

Huh? I blinked."Sorry. I kind of dazed off there."

She shook her head."Oh Isis. One of these days you're going to think too much and your brain will start to ooze out of your ears because it overheated."

"Well at least I wasn't the one who stuck my hand into a bucket of dry ice because I thought it was cotton candy." I retorted cooly, recalling last year's Carbon Dioxide lab.