The Art of Mending Memories

The Art of Mending Memories 4

The Art of Mending Memories

Chapter 4

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

I groaned as I woke up and rolled over so I could turn my alarm off. First day of school. Whoopdie-do. I wobbled out of bed and walked across the hall to the bathroom. I looked at my face in the mirror while I washed my hands. I looked tired and sad, but worst of all was the purple glow. I don't think I'll ever get used to it.

I walked back to my room and got dressed in jeans and a band tee. Then I hobbled down the stairs for coffee. The coffee pot is on an Monday-Friday alarm system, so at 6:35 it starts making the coffee. It was the greatest invention of all time.

Twenty minutes later I was opening the door of my car, getting ready for the 25 minutes drive. I got to school right as the warning bell rang at 7:20. School starts at 7:25. I parked in the senior lot and pulled out my schedule as I slung my backpack over my shoulder. The school mails schedules out a week before school starts so we don't have to go through that whole homeroom thing. I had math first period, with Mr. Keith.

Mr. Keith is the only shifter I can tolerate, and that's mostly because his wife Anna is Aunt Jane's best friend. I really like Anna; she's smart, funny, kind, and understanding. I haven't told her about my past, but I'm pretty sure Aunt Jane has told her parts. Mr. Keith himself is an okay guy. He doesn't run with a group, which is a cool thing. He is a horse shifter too, so it's even more special and surprising that he doesn't run with a herd. He's also a good math teacher--I had him as a freshman, for geometry.

Mr. Keith was in his late thirties. he was an attractive in that older-man type of way that you would never actually be attracted to, but realize you would be as a teenager. A lot like Clark Gable in Gone with the Wind. He had chestnut colored hair, an oval face, round brown eyes, and tan skin. HE had a faint brown glow that only I could see, signaling he was a horse shifter.

"Good morning, Kaelyn," Mr. Keith said cheerfully as I walked into the room. There were about ten other students already in the room, all talking amongst themselves.

"Hey Mr. Keith. Excited for the new school year?"

He smiled at me. "You bet!"

I rolled my eyes and sat in a seat off to the side of the room. I was taking calculus this year, and none of my friends were taking it, so I didn't expect to have any friends in the class.

A girl sat next to me. I stiffened as I looked over and saw the red glow coming off her skin. Werewolf.

"Hi," she smiled at me, "I'm Cassy." She had light brown, mostly straight hair down to her shoulders. He brown eyes were outlined in makeup, and she wore a tank top, mini skirt and Ugg boots. How could one animal wear the fur of another? Does she wear wolf-skin hats too?

"What's your name?" she asked me as the bell rang.

I ignored her. One werewolf talking to me was bad enough; I did not need Aaron's pack trying to become buddy-buddy with me too. I turned my attention to Mr. Keith, who had gotten up to start is welcome-to-calc speech. He was frowning at me, obviously implying that I should not be so heartless and cold toward the new student. I lifted my eyebrow in defiance. He turned away.

"Welcome to calculus!" He said to the class in a voice that was way too excited for normal school standards. "This is going to be a challenging class, but I'm sure you can handle it!" EH continued on about his standards, classroom rules (which were basically school wide anyways), and homework policy. Then he handed out a thick, hard covered, red textbook to every student. "I'm really sorry guys, but you'll need to bring these to school. I will tell you the days that you have to bring them to school though, because you won't need to bring them every day." I groaned. Carrying textbooks sucked.