AVALONIA : The calling

CHAPTER 2

I get to school and I'm just reminded of how much I hate it.

I always knew that I was destined for bigger things and that school wouldn't be able to get me those things,

but I happened to be an honor roll student, which meant that I was forced to love school.

I'm the chief editor of the school Newspaper, valedictorian 2 years running and the Principal's PA on weekends.

I stay at the library until late trying to hide from the world and my sorry excuse of a life because I don't have one.

I am a selective extrovert.

Don't get me wrong, there is nothing I value more than education,

I just feel that the school environment now is no longer as healthy as it used to be.

Unless there were mean girls, hot bad boys and hormonal teenagers who ingage in s*x and drugs as a way to be considered as part of the human population back then too.

I wonder what it must have been like during my Nana's time.

Maybe she was the ruthless mean girl at her school too.

I laugh at that thought knowing my Nana is too pure and too kind to have a mean bone in her body.

The school bell rings and I'm almost relieved to notice that the ice queen is nowhere in sight, or in simple terms...

That Sabrina didn't make it to school today.

I hope whatevers keeping her away from school does it for the rest of the semester or the remainder of my school years, I don't care.

I don't hate her.

I just don't understand why she has to be so mean to me.

I can't enjoy a single day of peace when she's around.

She mocks me about my white hair, which let me point out, I've had since I turned 13.

So one night, I was outside on the full moon, Nana says I was sleep walking.

I never told her that I heard a women's voice calling to me from the woods near by our house.

So I got up, in the middle of the night and walked towards this angelic voice,

but with no one to guide me under the dark night sky,

I walked into a lake, and well with no oxygen intake....I drowned.

As I sunk down under, the light from the moon struck at my chest and my whole body felt like the life out of me was been sucked out by a very powerful force.

My hair turned white and I have had pale white skin ever since.

Nana always told me that I looked like the moon Goddess.

That's how I got my white hair. The rest is history.

Before I know it, I'm approaching the front door of my first class.

At least I made it here on time. Mr Matthews is already in the classroom.

I know for a fact that I could never beat him to class, the guy is an early bird.

He must be one for mornings.

One would even go as far as to think that he sleeps here at the school under a desk somewhere, but theres no way someone that good looking would sleep under a table.

Not in this lifetime at least.

I met Mr Matthews a few weeks after my big hair transition.

He replaced Mr Reynolds who was my previous history teacher so I've known him for about 3 years now, well to be fair I've only been at this school for 3 years and for some wierd reason, I keep lending in his class.

I like Mr Matthews, he's a good teacher, but I really do wish to see a different face for a subject I have to do 2 hours a day, 5 days a week.

At this point we should be besties, but he's still the mysterious, closed off, hot man I met 3 years ago.

The only words he has ever said to me are,

"you would do better on your 'occupation of social injustice' essay if you did more" 'social' research!"

In my head, I had already pictured how life in prison would be like after I committed homicide but I thought of my Nana and refrained from carrying whatever diabolical mastermind plan I had up my sleeve.

Grandma says he had been teaching at this school for a good couple of years years before he disappeared, leaving everyone to wonder where he went.

It wouldn't have killed him to leave a text or a note.

She even showed me a picture of him then and I'm shocked to say that he hasn't changed one bit.

Which makes me question how old he really is.

He doesn't look a day over 30.

He is tall, very handsome, masculine, defined jawline and has gorgeous Grey eyes.

He either ages very well or there is an anti-aging syrum he's taking.

"Good morning class, take your seats so that we can begin."

I take my rightful seat at the back.

I can't wait to sit through another one of Mr Matthews' state of the art history classes.

Note to sarcasm.

I have been feeling really out of place every since the previous full moon.

Strange things always happen on a full moon, I just wonder if I'm the only one going through all these changes.

Last time there was a full moon I had super vision.

I could see even the smallest ant that was a mile away from my human eyes.

It was very strange because all my other senses got stronger.

I could hear people across the street.

I won 1st place on the track team which hardly ever happens because I hate sports and I only signed up for track up my PE scores.

I could lift a whole table, I know this because I lifted my own bed.

My taste buds were practically the same.

Nothing strange there.

I was falling apart, I didn't raise too much suspicions at school or at home and I'm grateful for that.

Where would I start explaining to my grandma how I could crush a rock bigger than her head.

Luckily they only lasted 24 hours and I went back to normal or as normal as I get.

I couldn't help but die inside every time something happened because I couldn't tell my Nana.

How would she process all of this. How would she even help me,

But I really wanted to tell her everything.

From the voice I heard that night to everything else.

"Miss Quinn" a voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I looked up to see a worried Mr

Matthews starring at me.

Why is he worried, has he never seen a teenager zone out in class before.

Big deal.

As if he could read my thoughts, he scoffed and started walki his towards my desk.

"would you like to enlighten the class on your thoughts with regards to the asteroid that almost hit planet earth by a few inches in 1978"

"HUH"

Was all I managed to say.

Like I said, I've been drifting off a lot lately.

I'm starting to think something is wrong with me.

"Miss Quinn you haven't answered my question"

What do I say to him, I was listening for half of the class.

I hate history, no that's a lie, I love history.

"Uhm, well you see"

-the bell rang mid sentence signaling the end of the class.

Saved by the bell, LITERALLY.

Could this day get any better?

I quickly get up to escape from an angry Mr Mathews... But he stops me.

His emotions are confusing the peanuts out of me.

He looked worried 5 minutes ago but now he is supposedly mad at me.

It's not my fault his class is boring or that I'm having a hard time processing how my life got to this.

"Miss Quinn, may I have a word."

This is it people.

I'm getting detention or something.

Maybe he is gonna order the Navy to take me out or better yet he might kill me himself.

Okay I think I'm being a little dramatic over just merely not paying attention in class.

I however, shall accept any form of punishment I'm given.

It must be reasonable at the least.

"I've noticed that you've been off lately, and this is me showing concern for my top student. Is everything okay at home?"

Well that was unexpected.

If only you knew Mr Mathews. If only you knew.

Instead I just nod and tell him what any other teen in my position would say.

"I'm okay, everything at home is just fine thank you. I just feel sick."

I have really gotten used to this lying thing now.

I don't like it, but it has been a basic survival skill the past few months.

I know nothing about this man besides that he doesn't age or that he teaches history.

I can't be spilling things about my life to him.

"Okay Miss Quinn, but if you ever feel the need to talk... I know someone who could help with your condition."

Excuse me, my condition. Whatever does he mean by that.

Does he know about the things...wait how would he know.

I'm just being paranoid.

He must have seen the confused look on my face to make him clarify what he meant.

"I meant with your sickness miss Quin"

I let out a sigh of relief.

Again, I nodded in agreement.

Then I left him to do whatever history teachers do,

But theres just something about him that seemed off.

My gut is never wrong, but the again it could be the hunger.

I didn't quite have a fulfilling breakfast.

I walk away... The rest of the day goes by smoothly and I'm so grateful for that.

I headed over to the library after school to catch up on some homework, there was nothing to do at home anyway besides watching my Nana sing to her plants.

Finally it's time to go home. I make my way through the school corridors but something else catches my eye.

As I walk past Mr Mathews' class, I hear a growl.

What I saw next was something I knew I wouldn't be unable to unsee for the rest of my life.

There was a 6 foot beastly warewolf going through Mr Matthews' bag.

My rapid beating heart must have let the horrid thing know of my presence.

All I could think about besides saving my own life was Mr Mathews.

Was he okay.

Did this thing kill him or worse, eat him alive.

Suddenly the growling stopped, I blinked rapidly before again peeking to see if he was gone, and he was right there, starring at me.

I looked into his eyes, paralysed at the sight before me.

My feet couldn't seem to find their rhythm.

I was glued to one place, waiting for him to attack me,

but surprisingly nothing happened.

He just stood there,

staring at me as if he wanted me to escape.

I didn't want to be told twice so I backed away slowly and I ran like my life depended on it.