M.Y.T.H.S

+Chapter Nine+

Felicite's POV

"Grace, it's you. You're the hybrid"

I look deep into Carter's eyes and instantly see the sincerity in them. This called for only one reaction.....

"AHAHAHAHA! WOO! Ok, good one Carter. Really needed a good laugh. Me? The hybrid? HA!" I wipe a 'tear' from my eye. "Now, I'm gonna go and see if I can figure out a way to fix my hair. Ok? Cool? See ya later" and like that I was out of the bathroom and leaving Carter in the dust.

In reality, I was freaking out. But I wasn't going to show that in front of Carter Hathaway, the most popular guy in the school amongst the stick wavers, dead, and suckers. That would be a one-way ticket to humiliation and by the time dinner came around I'd be a laughing stock for freaking out.

No. I'll just go back to my dorm and figure out what to do from there.

Breezing past various other students who gave me curious glances I finally reached Hall C. In my desperate hurry to get back to the sanctuary of my dorm, I seemed to have failed to noticed the necro right in front of me and bumped into her.

It's official.

I'm forever to be cursed with making people fall to the floor.

Stopping to help her up, I take a quick glance before carrying on to my room. The necro was Connor's History partner I think. Joan? Jordyn? Joy? Josephine? I don't know, one of those. Either way, finding out her name was not on the top of my priority list right now.

Thankfully, Louisa wasn't here so I didn't have to struggle to come up with one of my pathetically bad lies that she can so easily see through.

Even now as I look in the bathroom mirror at my reflection I can feel my hands tremor. How has this happened? Why now all of a sudden? I run my hands through my now sleek and shiney red hair as if hoping it would magically make the colour return to normal. This has to be some sick joke. Carter probably planned for that book to be 'thrown' at us and then he did something to my hair and eyes. Yeah, that has to be it. There's no such thing as a hybrid, and if there was, it's definitely wouldn't be me.

Frantically looking around the bathroom to find some sort of inspiration to fix my problem, my wings flutter in front of my eyes.

THAT'S IT!

Squeezing my eyes tight and concentrating hard on my physical appearance, my hair colour, its texture, length and shine, I feel a cold tremor rattle its way down from my head to my toes. Almost like I was being doused in ice water.

Peeking one eye opening I see..............................................................................red hair.

So it's not gonna work the same way my wings do apparently.

"This is impossible!" I complain.

"What's impossible?"

"AHHHHHHHHHHH"

"AHHHHHHHHHHH"

"Who's there?"

"Uh...me? Louisa? Who else would it be?"

"Well it could have been Connor. Everyone knows he's a screamer"

"Riighhht...anyway, can I come in there? I think I left my phone on the sink" and of course there it was. A glittery scarlet phone, the perfect replica of Louisa's tail.

"Uh..um. I'm naked right now! Come back later!"

"Ohhhh gettin' naked for Carter I see" I can just tell she's wiggling her eyebrows.