Bloody Alpha

chapter 2

"Okay okay, Amy Steve came in third with 88%" Mr Davis announced with who got the highest maths result in our class. Amy got up and waved excitedly at friends then sat back down in her seat with a full blown grin

"Robert March in second with 95%" Robert stood up with a hand sweeping away his blonde hair on his forehead while grinning. His friends cheering for him.

"And coming first with 97% was Roselyn Parker" I just nodded at everyone one not bothering to stand. It wasn't a surprise, I'm a natural in maths, and performing arts. Everyone clapped with fear though, something I got use to after a long while. I'm the bad girl that gets good grades.

The bell went as Mr Davis dismissed us, I got up still in an angry mood with what happened earlier. Next class was French, just to let you know I was forced into this class cause everyone wanted to do Spanish -,- .

"Bonjour class" the old ladies voice rung through my ears as our classed groaned out a Bonjour Madam Pearla. In French we have to stay standing until she says we can sit, and before she does that she marks the roll. Ten minutes later we were beginning our lesson on France and how to speak it. We were learning about some female or whatever and half way through class people had to present what they knew. Ain't that exciting ! *note my sarcasm here. -,-* this happens every class. And she pick random people.

"Okay class we are going to present now, uhh Mary you are up first" her thick french accent is noticeable as she speaks. After Mary is done, and other person is up. Im not even paying attention. Until she calls my name.

"Roselyn since you think it's nice to show some disrespect why don't you come up" she looks at me with a disapproving expression, I shrug walking up to the front if the class as people look at me and I could see the hope in their eyes for me to fail. They are so supportive

"okay all I know is that Joan of Arc was born at Donremy in Lorraine in 1412. Her parents were farmers who raised her in the Catholic faith. As a young girl, Joan helped on the farm, tended the animals and learned spinning, weaving and needlework. She was a very religious girl, praying to God whenever she could. She had little knowledge of the outside world, however, and only left the town of her birth on two occasions before she was seventeen, now can I get an amen for me for trying" I speak as everyone states at me with shock, yeah I don't really pay attention to class but the old ladies voice is hard to block out.

"Roselyn well done, I am impressed with you bravo" Miss Pearla applauded me and soon so was the class. I walked back and took my seat next to some of my friends that I usually hang out with. Might I add that I hang around boys and only one girl. that one giril happens to the betas sister Michelle.

"Okay so tomorrow I want an essay on Joan Of Arc" everyone groans "do it and I will give you no home work for 2 months" we take it into consideration since she gives us more homework than our English teacher, and I'm talking about homework every single lesson as we our work in class and the teachers just let us off with that.

The bell goes signalling for our second lunch break. Okay so our school is a bit different, we have 2 periods at the start, then break, then another 2 periods, than break, then another 2 periods, then home time. Got it? Okay now you understand. So we got 6 periods and 2 breaks.

I walk into the cafeteria and sit with some of the people I know. I'm one of those girls that look like I could kill you but I'm pretty easy going, just get to know me before judging me.

"KIO" Jason yells at D. (kio means shit)

Oh before we go on. Our school is a multicultural society, we have like African Americans, islanders, Asians, Mexican, we are all wolfs too. Isaiah's Pack is the strongest because his pack is the most multicultural pack in the world. Isaiah is a New Zealander (kiwi), which explains his natural tan skin. I'm a half Hawaiin and Tongan. You understand cuss words in different languages because everyone speak their languages at time when they want. Okay now don't worry, we still have the typical American girls that - no offence - try to speak our language but fail. I have met some that are real cool tho, like this chick called Stacy, she was human but she was awesome. And this other girl called AJ who was a human also, some are kind of sluts, no offence at all honest, some are just really respectful about their bodies.