Instincts ✔️ [COMPLETED]

Chapter 6

"So guys, you know how Chelsie's last name is Swift?" I ask casually. They all nod, and I continue.

"Well, guess what? Chelsie's not really-" I can't finish my sentence because Chelsie puts her hand over my mouth and tells Vera and Jasper that we need to "talk."

I try to resist her by pushing against her arm, but I realize that under all her pretty shirts are some toned muscles, particularly her arms. I know pushing wouldn't work, so I spit. I spit right onto her hand, because I assumed she doesn't like to get messy, like all other girly-girls. I was right, too.

She scrunched up her face and her hand dropped. I ran, all the way to our table.

Chelsie runs in the other direction, to the bathroom, cursing under her breath.

"Guys, guys, Chelsie's... not...who she tells you...she is...," I try to explain, while simultaneously catching my breath.

"She's... a... Jalstone.... and... she lives in... Jalstie," I manage, and Jasper actually smiles.

"Like that's true," he laughs, and I frown. I huff, and sit down. I knew it... they won't believe me.

Vera frowns, and puts her head in her hands. She narrows her eyes, like she's thinking.

"I have to go," she says, and leaves.

Did she get so frightened that she ran away? Does she possibly think I'm weird and have mental issues? I get melancholy at the thought, and slowly get up. I'd have to face Chelsie later tonight.

Wait! What about class? Then I remember that there are no classes since it's still August 9th, not the first day of school. I might as well go to bed, and get ready for tomorrow. I head to my room, barely acknowledging Jasper as I head for my doom.

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Vera

I leave quickly, thinking out my plan. I've always been good in the dark, watching and spying. I'd need to wear the proper clothes though, not my baggy

jeans, black bracelets, and gold necklace. They'd make too much sound and get in the way.

I go to the bird dorm, and go straight, into the night section. The left and right sides are for the day section students.

I enter a corridor, and turn right to the girl's side. I enter room 15, and switch the lights on.

"Vera, what the heck?" she asks, and I mean Luna Nighthawk, my roomate.

"Just have to change my clothes," I say, apologizing for interrupting her sleep. Me and the other night section girls, we like to prowl at night and be sound asleep during the day.

I touch my necklace, and a sensation I can never explain washes over. It's always like this, when I touch my necklace.

I see yellow at first, and then black. The colors blur together to make an image, of eyes. I see a blonde girl, dressed in white and blue. She turns on a faucet, and water rushes out to meets her hands, which look completely clean. Then, she grabs for a diamond-encrusted phone, which she uses to frantically call someone. Then the image vanishes, and all I'm left with is a headache. It's always been this way, me seeing glimpses of things. Sometimes they're true, and sometimes my mind makes them up.

I shake my head and head for the closet. My room is small, with a bunk bed and a desk. A small coffee table and some sofa chairs. Of course, along with the closet.

I change into some tight black leggings, a black tank top, and some black sneakers.

I close the closet door and head for the feline dorm.