Wicked Witchcraft (Stiles Stilinski)

An Extra in "The Birds"

I was sitting in the main office, waiting on some administrator to take me to class, when the principal's voice started getting louder and louder. I peered my head around the doorway as he was talking to a couple of people, his desk cluttered with a lot of papers, and a gleam of metal.

"Look, these are the applications for the career advisor, I need them sorted. And whatever happened to the library while I was gone, I want it cleared up. And what. The hell. Is this?" It turns out that piece of metal was a full on sword, and my new principal lifted it up with utter confusion. My eyes widened in disbelief, and I could only wonder what kind of school I was about to attend.

As I was staring at the sword, behind me I could hear the loud squeak of sneakers and a hurried voice saying, "Go. Go." I quickly turned around to see who was speaking, but there was no one in the doorway. Before I could put too much thought into who potentially placed a sword in an office (was this a common prank in public schools?), I was quickly acknowledged by a British man in a blue shirt.

"Miss Child, I presume?" I nodded, a little too nervous to speak. Without missing a beat, the man gave me a formal and well-practiced smile, and handed me a sheet of paper.

"Right then. Here are your classes, several AP courses, just to give your mind that extra bit of exercise a day. Unfortunately we don't offer any courses that could really give you a proper challenge. If you don't mind me asking, how come you haven't skipped any grades or just gone off to college? Your academics show no reason for the best schools not to take you...?"

I offered a wan smile, "Socializing. Ginny and I agreed that social skills are kind of a lesson all their own. I don't think I could really handle being the runt of the litter in a lecture hall if you know what I mean."

I simply was lying through my teeth. It's nothing to do with other people, I just can't afford to stick out anymore than I already am. Well, according to Ginny, anyway.

He gave me a supposed sympathetic smile, "Right, and Ginny here is your legal guardian, after-"

"Could you actually just show me to my first period? After that I can manage," I interrupted. The principal, taking the hint, walked me down the hallway, and around a corner before stopping in front of my first new classroom. He peered in the open door, and saw students skirting around him filing into the almost full room.

"Well it looks as though our new English teacher isn't quite here yet. Shall I wait with you, or...?"

I promptly shook my head, "It's alright, I'm not one for huge introductions anyway." With that being said, I quickly tucked in to the new class and made my way to a seat next to the window, behind a pretty girl with an absolutely gorgeous headband made of her braided hair. I started rummaging through my things to try and get situated, but all the while I couldn't help but think of last night, and the talk I had with Ginny.

*****

"Ginny, come on-"

"June, that's enough, you're going to school. I know you're too smart for it and I know it bores you, but you have to. It's required by law and it offers great protection for you. You know this, why do you have to fight me on it?"

I huffed in irritation, "I just want to learn something that pertains to my situation, not the same math courses that I have known for years. Gin, there's gotta be something that I can do that doesn't involve high school!"

She paused at the thought, "You know something, there is."

I perked up immediately, "Really?"