Against The Alpha- ON HOLD :(

Chapter 2

Hey guys. I’m getting a lot of rain and there’s flooding and stuff, so I’m not going to practice. Stay safe people! But you know what no practice means? I get to write!!!!! Sorry that I'm already not updating at least once a week I promise to try harder! So anyways, here you go! I appreciate every vote comment or even if you just read my story, THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!

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Chapter 2

I walk into the classroom with my head down and rush to the back of the classroom, ignoring all of the snickering and rude comments I hear. Ashlyn, one of the queen b*tches who is actually a human, sticks her foot out to trip me, again. She does it every day, so I've started to “trip” on her feet and stumble right onto her legs, making her wail in pain. It’s usually one of the highlights of my day.

During Social Studies, my first class, I zone out. I'm a pretty good student and I'm pretty smart, so I already know all of this stuff. I've had to teach myself a lot, so I could technically go to college if I wanted. But I pretend to just be a slightly above average student by taking honors classes. It makes it a little harder for my parents to find me. They are somehow very well-connected. They know a guy who has access to all of the education records of every student. How do you get access to all that? And more importantly, how do my parents know that dude? Oh well. Another mystery surrounding my parents.

After Social Studies, I have Math. I hate math. Math can go die in a hole along with my parents. As you can see, I'm not necessarily the most pleasant person. Whatever. My teacher, Mr. Deville, haha looks like devil, but anyways, he has got it in his head that I like him and his class and actually wanna be here, so he calls on me more than anyone, so I actually have to pay attention in this bore of a class. And thanks to his attention, I've received yet another nickname other than loser and hobo, to name a few. Now, I'm also the teacher’s pet. Great.

As I'm doing the work he assigned us for the day, he calls me up to his desk. Everyone starts “ooh-ing.” Seriously guys? Grow up.

“Is there a problem, Mr. Deville?” I ask worriedly. If I fail this class, well, my parents have the stalker guy looking for people who do badly in math. This will surely stick out. A student who goes by Lara Smith? That is such a generic name but yet so similar to my name. I start shaking.

“Actually, Ms. Smith, I would like to congratulate you. You aced the test I secretly give to my students to see if they should be moved up to AP, and you definitely should!”

As he says that, I see all of the werewolves in the room glaring at me. As well as being a rich school, they also think being an average student is atrocious. Honors is only satisfactory, and everyone strives to be in either GT or AP classes.

I'm surprised he’s having me skip right over GT; well I would, if I could afford to take an AP exam at the end of the class. But they are expensive! I can barely afford to feed and clothe myself. I don’t need the expense of paying for an exam after taking a super hard class too!

“I’m sorry Mr. Deville, but that isn’t really an option for me right now. I’d gladly take the GT course, however,” I say unapologetically. The reason I agreed to take the GT course for math is the fact that my parents always knew that I was bad at math, so a stellar math student with so-so skills at everything else would be the opposite of suspicious even with my name.

“Are you positive? I don’t think the GT teacher will offer you this opportunity again, Ms. Smith,” Mr. Deville murmured after noticing the stares of the other students as we talked.

I nodded my head and he dismissed me back to my seat. As I was walking back, a competitive but usually quiet nerd whispered, “Showoff.”

I ignored it and all the other insulting things being said once we got back to work, and when class was finally over, I headed to band. I’m in the band because I used to be in orchestra when I lived with my parents. This is the first time since I ran away that I've done anything musical but I couldn’t resist taking band. This is probably the only class that I look forward to here. The people in the band are much kinder than most of the people at this awful school, so I actually talk to a couple people.

When I get to the door of the band room, I pause. I have a bad feeling about this class today. I hope nothing bad happens.