The Wayward Boy

Terrible Day

He hates it.

Oh, what? You want to know? Yeah, well, he wants to know too. His black military shoes were planted on the floor as he sat at his table of history class. The only time he had really appreciated school was when Mrs. Jones, his history teacher who was now seething about the day's politics in front of the class, admitted to having STDs in an accidental slideshow. Let's just say nobody takes her seriously anymore, if they ever did. His black hair, which was permed and cut on the sides in utter perfection, was alive with enthusiasm unlike the owner of the piece of-

        "Mr. Wayward, please pay attention to what I'm saying." With bored eyes, he looked at the woman in her mid forties who looked down at him with fury. Humans. Such annoying creatures. "I'm pretty sure you haven't heard a thing I even said this whole class period!"

        "No, I wasn't, what was it?" He raised an eyebrow at the teacher, his anger back from earlier.

        With a huff Mrs. Jones bellowed a worthy 'Go to the principle's office!' to the young man. Getting up, Jo sighed as he had to admit in this werewolf-human school he still had respect for the teachers, especially the human ones who have to put up with the whole make-out-or-get-out scheme that mated wolves have in this rundown side of town. With that thought, he stepped out of the classroom feeling the daggers the old woman stared into his back.

    'Mmm, I feel like tomorrow will be nice. Just think about it, maybe that new girl would be our friend.' Vann told Jo and his first reaction was to deny it before he continued with that thought. 'Y'know, friends.' Jo growled lowly as he walked through the almost empty halls, he had left that life behind. Or so he had thought he did. His boots hitting the tan tiles of the school, their groans echoing inside for all to hear the 6'7 gent strolling through.

'You're such a horndog, Vann.'

'I am no such thing!' And with that, the link was closed between Jo and the pest in his head.

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??? POV

They were late. With the rushing to get packed and moved, the family forgot to go into the school to register their children for the next day. It was 1:35 PM, almost near the time school closes so they had to hurriedly scramble out their new door and rush over to the school. 1:54 PM. The heartbeat in their ears was making it hard to focus as the adrenaline kicked in. Arriving, they all popped out of the vehicle as they once again rushed inside. 2:00 PM is when they finally reached the office, 20 minutes until school is out. The daughter sighed in relief. A few moments had passed before the principle handed over the letter to a young miss who looked to be the new member of the Junior year.

    "Parker Graham, here you are."