Just my stupid, lousy, rotten, luck.

Just my Luck

Of all days to fall down 4 flights of stairs and break my arm, I just had to fall on the day I get a new teacher in my favorite class. What if he's one of those OCD about being late teachers, what if he gets mad at me, what if I get a detention? I hate Mondays, this always happens on Mondays. I was brought back to reality by someone snapping their fingers in front of my face. " What.. ya... sorry spaced out", " I can see that, you okay?" , " Ya thanks, Bell'.

My name is Sasha Kali, aI'm 18 and in my first year of College  to become a chef, cooking is what I'm best at. I have shoulder length red hair, It used to be a sandy blonde, but Bell thought it would look better red, at first I hated the idea, but the color grew on me. I have an athletic build and stand about 6 foot 2. My eyes are an emerald green. I like cooking and going for long runs. I dislike loud noises, and people jumping out at me, and I don't really like people, it's not that I hate them just feel uncomfortable around them ( With the exception of 4 individual).

Bell, on the other hand, is my best friend, she is 5 foot 6, and all of it is Italian temper. She has crazy brown hair and Hazel eyes. She is 1 out of 4 of the people that I like being around, I feel safe around her and for good reason, people would pick on me in middle school because I was so shy, she would always come to my rescue, no matter what. She wishes sometimes, that I would push them back instead of being such a pacifist, but she knows why I can't do that. There is a chance that I could seriously hurt them or worse. After all, a grown man wouldn't stand a chance against a werewolf, let alone a werehyena. Ya, you heard me right "werehyena".

From what I gather my great, great, great, great, great grandfather was brought over to the U.S by poachers to sell as an exotic pet, well he got away and ended up in Canada, and met a human woman, and the rest, as they say, is history. Due to him having a human mate, the bloodline is diluted, his first child was not able to change into a hyena, but he did have all the enhanced abilities of one ( a normal hyena not a where). As time went on, eventually the where blood disappeared, everyone born in my family was human, except for a handful of the children born in the bloodline, they were all where's, they were able to shift into a hyena, the enhanced abilities too. But unfortunately, there were considered monsters and were killed as soon as they changed at age 7. I got off lucky, at midnight of the day of my 7th birthday I got lost in the large expansion of forest that grows in the back of the old house I grew up in.

My parents didn't see me shift for the first time, so they didn't know, but when I was growing up they would tell me and my sister all the ways to kill a monster like me. The first time I changed as I said I got lost in the woods, I collapsed at the edge of a stream, it was painful, all my bones broke and my skin began to stretch and tear, it was hot, and I couldn't breathe, the pain was overwhelming. When I come to I was a large hyena, larger than any normal one, (but in werehyena standards I'm a runt).

I said I was lucky as my parents weren't around when I shifted, but there was someone else there. An old friend of my fathers, a hunter, not the type that kills moose or deer's, but the type that kills monsters. He caught me and brought me back to his house where I was tortured, starved and beaten for 2 years. The worst part was that he told my family, and they helped with the beatings, all except for my mother, who I found out one night when my father was drunk, she had killed herself because she didn't help me, the beating was pretty bad that night. One day my father's friend came home drunk and was going to beat me but he wasn't paying as much attention as he should have been and I got away from him. I ran as fast as I could, bursting out the door and into the woods, I never looked back. I was on the run for a full year, I ate berries, and bugs for the most part, and apparently I'm a pretty good hunter myself (of rabbits anyway). I was sickly skinny, and my body was littered with scars.

I came to a little town called Evening Falls, its small, from what I could see, no matter where you lived, you were in walking distance from stores, parks, and the hospital. I saw a group of 4 kids around my age, maybe older playing what I think was soccer in a small empty field at the edge of the forest surrounding the town. There were 3 boys and a girl, the girl was yelling at the boys as they tackled each other. I watched them for a little while until one of the boys (the tallest of the 4) saw me. I took off running and they chased me, due to the hole "where" thing I should have been able to out run then, but thanks to running for a year and the injuries the hunter gave me, well to put it simply they caught me, but in my defense I gave them a run for their money. I was panicking and not having any experience when I panicked I shifted in my hyena form. That got them to turn tail and run, but also ended up with me passing out.

When I woke up I was in a dark room, at first I thought the hunters had caught me, but then I realized that my wounds had been treated, there was even a cast on my leg from when I stepped in a rabbit hole and broke it. Apparently, the kids from the field came back to look for me and found me unconscious (apparently I changed back in my sleep ) and brought me to the girl's house, her brother's a doctor so he patched me up.

The girl's name is Bellamy Andrew and her brother Thomas Andrew. Their mother and father died in a plane crash and Tom took the role of parent to Bell at age 16. The two took me in after they found me, made me fell like part of the family, although I don't think Tom liked me very much at first, but that's probably because I freaked out every time he came near me, effectively pulling my stitches, and gave him some pretty deep gashes with my apparently retractable claws. But he warmed up to me eventually, and will even buy me groceries when I forget, which I do a lot, I don't want him to waste his money on me but Bell is a tattle tail.

Bell to this day is my best friend, and at this moment is currently glaring at me "What?" I said " where are you right know," she asked "um- just thinking," I said scratching the back of my head, where there was a massive goose egg from when I fell down the stairs. She sighed " well think on the way, your late" "o shit !" I yelled and ran out of the nurse's office towards class, I heard Bell laughing at me from behind, she was leaving the building as her classes were done for the day.

I ran like my ass was on fire and wasn't looking where I was going, which, of course, ended with me running face first into someone knocking both of us to the ground, just my luck. I was laying on him and he was sprawled out on his back, as fast as I could I got up, without hurting the poor bastard underneath me.

" s-s-sorry," I said and froze, he was looking at me with sheer hatred, but slowly his expression changed from anger, and confusion, back to anger, and then something that resembles surprise. O shit did he hit his head " UM are you ok? do you need to go to the hospital? Can I drive you? " I held out my hand for him and he took it (to my surprise) " no-no I'm fine" he said, he had what looked to me like a genuine smile on his face, his expression had changed to a neutral one, but he didn't let go of my hand and the way he was looking at me made me feel uncomfortable.

He continued to hold my hand for several more minutes, this is where being socially awkward is a big disadvantage, If it where Bell, she would have just told him to fuck off, but unfortunately I'm not Bell." um, I need to go to class now" I said pointing down the hall. He's seemed to snap out of his trans " o yes, well on your way then" he said as he passed by.

"Will on your way then? how old is this guy? he cant be any older than 20-25" I thought. There was something about the way he looked at me, like he hated me, so much anger, but why?. A blush crept across my face as I thought about what just happened, I ran face first into some hot guy, and knocked him to the ground, and from what I could feel he was ripped, he had shoulder length brown hair, deep blue eyes that almost looked like the ocean, both dangerous but still pulls you in. Wait what!?  , hot guy...? am I gay? I don't think so, I've never had an interest in other guys before? well, I've never had an interest in anyone, so maybe....?.

Snapping out of my daze I realized that I was really late for class now "shit!" slapping myself in the face I turned on my heels and ran down the hall, making sure to look where I was going this time, and finally reached my class.

I opened the door with a little too much enthusiasm and fell right on my face, receiving disapproving looks from some and snickers from other students, just my luck. I walked with my head down to an empty seat and put my head down. Six minutes went by from the time I sat down. From the time I was talking to Bell, to running into that guy, and bursting into class, and sitting down it had been 30 minutes, and the professor was still not here, well at least I know he's not OCD about tardiness. I was slightly annoyed that I didn't have to run, and make a fool out of myself, sigh, o well.

Just then the professor walked in and my heart stopped, " hello class, my name is Noah Collins, but you can call me Mr. Collins. I will be your new instructor, it's a pleasure to meet you all" It was the guy I ran into, O crap. I hit my head against the table and noticed that he was looking right at me, I shot up in my chair. Just my stupid, lousy, rotten, luck.