bound to the moonlight

Amy

Amy

I sat in the furthest desk I could manage to find from the teacher and sighed as I rested my chin as I gazed out of the window doodling idly on my notebook.

"Amy."

"Yep." I said in what could only be described as a lacklustre way.

"You weren't here yesterday." My tutor, miss something or other observed. I frowned at her for a moment before I disregarded her and turned my eyes back to the window.

"No I wasn't." I said simply.

"Well where were you?"

"Sick." I said simply not moving my eyes from the window, knowing that my pale skin and large dark bags under my eyes would seem to confirm this.

"You have rather a lot of time off sick." She said plainly.

"I guess I'm allergic to all the bullshit in this place." I muttered under my breath blandly, I heard a smothered giggle from across the room. I lifted my eyes and they swept across the room to the boy at the other side of the class he was clearly the one that had laughed. He was sitting upright unlike me but he seemed to be struggling with this action. As I looked at him his flagging attention suddenly seemed to snap taut as his eyes shot to me intense.

"Do you have a note?" my new tutor asked clearly deciding to ignore my earlier comment, she isn't paid enough to deal with me, or maybe she can just see that nothing she can say will be anything I will care about.

"Yep." I said holding up a small neatly folded piece of paper which I placed down on the desk in front of me. It was a forgery of course but she wouldn't know that. I after all had only been at this school for eight days now all though of course after eight days of school I'd only actually managed to attend for four days I'd been too busy otherwise doing other stuff,

"Matthew." My tutor said her eyes sliding across the room to the laughing guy clearly not approving of his sense of humour "you've been sick a lot too." She said I flicked my eyes back to him as he went bright red and nodded uncomfortably, poor guy, I could understand his shyness he was clearly going through his ugly duckling phase. I'd already lived through mine, not that it really mattered in the multiple homes I had lived in since I had left Marcus I had gone out of my way to actively avoid people. My ugly duckling phase was something that had occurred my earlier than usual for humans. At 12 years old I had gone from a perfect little girl overnight to becoming, well there was only one word to describe it greasy, as I just seemed to sweat permanently as if I had a constant fever, as well as forming a hideous amount of spots that nothing would shift. I was always hot, I couldn't sit still. The most drastic change however was my eating, I just couldn't stop eating and yet I began losing weight drastically. That time that I'm sure thus kid was considering the worst of his life had actually been the key to my freedom and the best and worst of times for me. Was I happier here, no this place these people scared me more I didn't understand them but I couldn't exist in that place not anymore the wolf inside me wouldn't allow it, at the age of just 12 she had awoken and demanded that I be freed and Marcus had been powerless to argue with her. I sighed and went back to the window watching. This is why I hadn't bothered with school so much before it seemed to involve me wasting so much time. I'd had more important things to do or rather I couldn't be bothered to turn up at school I had spent most of the time instead huddled up in the woods trying to perfect the control of my shifts. Unlike most other wolves who were supported by an intimate strong peer group, I knew nothing of my heritage. All that I knew was what I had gathered from my instincts which I figured was things that I had been told by my family from before I could remember and I just sort of half knew, and things Marcus told me but how much of his knowledge of my people could I believe. He didn't tell me much anyway which he said was because he didn't know very much about my people because initially being enemies our only concern was how to kill each other. I kind of half suspected a different reason in his thinking but I didn't even allow myself to think this as a coherent thought for fear of where this dangerous train of thought might lead and yet it was still there swirling around in the back of my thoughts like an insistent fly that someday I would have to stop ignoring and deal with.