The Shifters

Chapter 1 New Friends

The sun beats down on my fair skin, which will probably end up in a sunburn, as I walk up to this giant school for shifters like me.The school is massive, the exterior designed as near to a castle as you could get.The cobblestone path I stroll upon beats on my worn out Converse. I walk up to the big wooden double doors into a spacious room where all of the new first year students are talking to the other first years. I go to the far wall of the room where there is a huge window that looks on to the courtyard of the school. I set my light blue suitcase beside me as I look out the window ingoing the view.  There is a light tap on my shoulder, and I glance to see who could be touching me, I don’t know a soul that goes to this school.

A boy with a smirk plastered on his face stands before me. His hair is a bit shaggy and extremely curly, with  a walnut brown kind of color. His eyes are a deep emerald green that could make any girl falter, but not me. His clothing is fairly simple, not that boys ever dress nicely. His shirt is a charcoal gray with some sort of odd design on it. His jeans are dark as well, just to match the tone of his hair and shirt. His necklace shines a bright silver on his muscular chest, a wolf’s paw print.

“The name’s Gabe,” he remarks, flashing a dazzling smile at me. “And you are?”

“I am Rosabell, if you must know,” I say, trying not to fall for his charm, but it’s kind of hard not to.

“Rosabell, huh? Pretty name. What brings you here?” Gabe asks, placing his palm on my suit case.

“I”m here like everyone else, I was sent here because my father thought it would be good for me.” I say, giving him a little sass.

“Whoa now, someone’s a little feisty!” He leans in closer, and I can smell his overwhelming cologne. “Daddy’s girl, eh? Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, darling.” His tone of voice drips with mock sweetness. “Oh and by the way I love feisty girls.” He winks being suggestively.

“Hang on there loverboy, step away from me. I need you out of my bubble, thank you very much,” I say, putting my hands on his very firm chest and pushing him back lightly.

“Alrighty, I guess someone doesn’t want to ride the Gabe train. Fine, your loss. I know plenty of other girls who’d love to. You’re missing out.” He furiously walks away, two girls following him like puppies begging for a treat. I simply roll my eyes, not desiring to be anywhere near that crowd of people. After a few minutes pass a tall man that is kinda handsome but gives off some weird vibe that I don’t enjoy. His black hair is slicked back and he is wearing what I am guessing is a very expensive suit and his his eyes are a dark grey that can probably see into your soul. He walks up to a little makeshift podium, just to make him feel special and better than everyone else.

“Hello new students, and welcome to the Mystic School for Shifters,” He exclaims, his voice booming across the whole room making some students flinch at his voice. “We are pleased to see new smiling faces this year! Could the first years please stand up today?” He asks looking around as I look at the other students to see if they stand up. I see the Gabe boy stand up, making me roll my eyes, more sad that he will probably be in most of my classes.”Wonderful, wonderful! I hope to be able to meet all of you and become great friends. I am Mr. Anderson.’ He says, smiling a little bit too big and then leaves to what is probably his office. All of the students look around not knowing what to do when a bright fiery redhead that has the biggest smile on her face.

“Hello everyone and welcome to the school, my name is Amanda. I want all students with the last names that start with A through H to come with me! The students with the last name that start with I through Q to go with Gracie. Finally, the rest of the students with the last names that start with R through Z to go with Blake!” She says, pointing to each person as she talks. The students shuffle towards their assigned person, not truly speaking to each other, only mumbling. I cautiously walk towards the redhead, clutching my suitcase. The nosiness of the room dwindles down as the other two groups leave the building.