The Moon Child

Chapter 17 conti....

hi guys ...this is kind of like a continuation to chapter 17... u kno bits dat shud hav been der which i was kind of lazy to add then :P

Finding the office was easier than I first thought it would be, especially when there's a flock of wonderfully sweet female volunteers. I had never considered myself to be a charmer, but I guess I'm wrong. Frankly its a little too creepy, but then again it has its perks. If only they knew the real me. A smile spreads across my face thinking about it. I take a deep breath before pushing open the wooden door in front of me and peeking inside. There's an empty desk with the name 'Ms Bianka Banks' on it. The desk space is neatly organized with all the folders on one end, pens and pencils in their holder, a time piece mounted on a globe and a healthy looking orchid plant in full bloom. I clear my throat and call out for her before entering. Somewhere from within I hear a muffled," I'll be right with you." Uncertain about what to do next, I stand there staring at the photographs neatly hung up on the wall. All of them are of students from different batches, holding out their achievements in the form of trophies, medals, or certificates. Out of the corner of my eyes, I notice a few familiar faces. The header on the photo reads 'Batch of 1992' and among the hundred or so students dressed in graduation gown and caps, I could vaguely make out the image of pops standing in his usual uptight demeanor, while Clement had a cheeky smile plastered cross his face as he stood next to Megan with his hands around her shoulders. I couldn't help,but smile at the way pops looked so out of place with his hair neatly combed back wards and a few couple of medals proudly hanging around his neck. I mean this was the man I grew up knowing to be the messiest wolf in the pack. There were times when my mother had handed him a mop to clean up when he came in with muddy shoes and drippy clothes after a rain for the pack meetings. And after growing up with pops for so long, have to say most of his messiness rubbed off on me too. While I stand there lost in thoughts and fond memories, I didn't hear Ms Banks enter the room, until she clears her throat rather too loudly. Startled I turn around to face her.

Ms Banks is the typical secretary that one often encounters in every high school. You know, the old and scary looking kind. She has pale skin which hangs in loose folds over her frail bones and a pair of glasses so thick that it can literally be used as a telescope. She's defiantly ancient, like really really ancient. But even so, she seems awfully fast for an old lady. May be that's how she out ran the dinosaurs to live on and exist as the ancient artefact that she is now. As I stand there imagining the old lady out run a T-rex, I realize that I have missed out on a major portion of what she said. Catching on the last few words which roughly meant ' here is your schedule and now get going', I smile grabbing the papers and rush out of the office. Once outside I take a look at the papers in my hand. One of them has my locker number and combination, while the other two are the schedule and a long list of rules and regulations. I stuff the papers into my pocket after a brief glance at it and make my way towards the lockers.

Just as I step around the corridor, a wave of disgust takes over my body. Good Goddess! Ivy's obnoxious scent. I'm really not in the mood for any more attention from her or anyone else for that matter. I quickly walk towards the locker hiding amongst a group of students. Once I successfully reach my locker, I realize that I have lost the combination and no matter how much I bang on it, its just not going to budge. Just when about to give up on ever opening it in the near future, I hear someone clearing their throat. Upon turning around, I'm greeted by a guy around my age with a smirk plastered cross his face. I study him closely. He definitely smells wolf, though the sent is nothing like I have ever come cross before. I give him a quizzical look while Shiera analyses him top to bottom. "Trouble with your locker?", he asks me and even before I can respond he walks up to it, puts his ear against the locker and starts turning the combination dial. Curiosity gets the better of me and I watch closely as he expertly figures out the combination. And soon the last pin clicks into position and the locker door swings open.

      "And you are welcome." he says giving me a mock courtesy. Though I'm thoroughly amused, I keep a straight face, push past him, dump my helmet in the locker and walk away shutting the locker loudly. Its only after a few steps that I realize that I still don't know my locker combination. Swallowing my pride I turn around only to find that he is no longer there. "Great going Po" Shiera mutters in my head. I angrily push her back into my mind and decide to get to my first class - History. Just as I step in, a familiar smell hits me. Great! my day couldn't get any worse. I curse myself as I forcefully drag myself into the class with Ivy sitting right in the front grinning, greatly pleased with the current situation.

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