Shatter Me (Book 2)

New Team

= Neopolitan's P.OV =

Professor Goodwitch's class was interesting to say the least. Because the Vytal festival was being restarted we had numerous new students. The room was a lot more crowded than it usually was. Goodwitch stood in the center of the sparring area and waited for everyone to quiet down. This on it's own was enough to tell me that class would be different today.

"Quiet down students, I have an announcement to make," the professor said to any that dared to keep whispering. The room fell silent instantly. Professor Goodwitch gave a small approving nod before continuing. "As I'm sure you're aware, we have quite a few more students than normal. Each of the professors here have prepared... special lessons to welcome the new arrivals.

"Here at Beacon as well as the other schools we have split you up into teams of four, and taught you to trust and depend on your teammates. However, it is likely that there will be times in your lives where your teammates cannot be there, and you will be forced to depend on those around you. Therefore, my lesson will be pairing each of you up into temprary teams of four and seeing if you can work through the new obstacles."

Students murmered among one another and I glanced nervously. It was true that I had become a lot more comfortable with talking lately, but that was with my team, with my friends, people that I was comfortable with. But this...

Wolf gave me an encouraging nod before Prodeasor Goodwitch cut though the noise and said sharply, "Are there any objections?" No one dared to speek against her, "Good," she nodded. "Here are your teams."

Around the room screens lit up, showing pictures and names. I groaned mentally, not even knowing which screen to turn to. Everyone got up to move to their screen. Before I walked away, Wolf pulled me into a hug.

"You'll do fine," he whispered encouragingly before jogging off to find his new team. It took me a moment to realize that I had a wide smile one my face. It slipped away as I began looking for my own team.

It didn't take me long to find my screen, and there was already a boy beside it. He was pretty tall. I mean at least 6 ft compared to my 4'9". He was dressed in mostly grey and black, and had a large broadsword with him. He noticed me as I approached.

"Hi," I offered cautiously.

"Hey," he nodded politely without much emotion. I stood next to him and scanned the room for our other two teammates. Ahead of us, I spotted a girl with black hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. She was dressed in mostly black, and was hugging another girl with a brown hair that had blue in it. They pulled apart and the one with brown hair said something encouraging to the other. The darker haired girl gave her a nod and a small smile before she turned to face me and the boy I was next to. Great, another anti-social butterfly. Exactly what we needed.

She walked over to us, offered us a nervous smile and said, "Erm, hi. I'm Axelle. I guess I'm on a team with you guys today." Her voice was very mellow as she stretched her arm out towards us. The boy next to me paused for a moment but took her hand anyway.

"Jake," he responded simply.

I took a turn shaking their hands before saying, "I'm Neopolitan, but you guys can just call me Neo." They greeted me respectfully with little warmth. It was clear that none of us was very sociable, and that we had all been shoved into an awkward situation.

"Where's the fourth?" Axelle asked, her dark eyes looking past me and to the board with our names.

"I don't know," Jake replied as both he and I turned to the screen.

"I'm not far," a boy's voice laughed lightly. The three of us turned to face him. He wore a soft orange jacket with white fur on the edge of it's hood. He had a similar shade of orange for his chin length hair that was messy but neat at the same time. He wore a black fedora like hat with a white ribbon around it, and an orange feather sticking out. He had striking catlike dark green eyes.