Book 1: Double The Trouble

Chapter 6: The First Day Of School

Logan groaned. "No, turn that alarm off!" He yelled at San.

"Get up," San said. "It's the first day of school. And you can't be late. So get up before your brother comes and get you."

"What a pain," Logan got up and yawned. "I am up now."

"Good," San left his room.

Logan stood and checked his phone. It was too early, but there's no choice. It's either stay in bed or deal with Ezra yelling at him. He does not want Ezra yelling at him at this hour. He yawned and got ready for school.

He looked in the mirror at the ridiculous uniform. Cursed it, he grabbed his piercings and placed them into his lip and eyebrow. He hadn't worn them or two days. Yesterday, he spent half the day down in the entertainment room talking to Alana.

And all while feeling this pain in his chest. He doesn't understand what was going on, but he doesn't have time to deal with that. After he was ready, he grabbed his backpack and went out to the kitchen, where San sat on the table eating cereal. Logan went to the kitchen and grabbed a bagel and cheese cream.

He heated the bagel and grabbed a butter knife to spread the cream on the bagel. Logan took a bite and winced. "Hot."

"Dummy," San said.

He blew on it and took another bite. He grabbed a cup and poured himself some milk and drank it; he sat down. "What is our first class? I mean for us?"

"Well, we are separate from the rest of the students," San said. "The Lycan's are in a separate class in a different building. You have classes with others. But we are going to see each other during lunch."

"I see," Logan frowned. "This schedule is so complicated."

"I know," San said. "You'll get used to it."

Logan finished his breakfast. I'll be a long day and getting used to the new schedule. All the supernatural classes will be with Ezra and other teachers, keeping them in check. And the rest are regular classes with the rest of the students.

But, for the supernatural classes, it seems every other rave will be together, except Lycan's and werewolves. It sucks, but if some behave and follow the rules and manage to control their temper, they can join them.

"Logan, hey, come on," San said. "Let's get going."

Logan set the cup in the sink. "I'll wash it when I come back, I promise."

San shrugged and grabbed his backpack. Logan followed him out of the dorm and downstairs, where Ezra was handing out their schedules.

"Now then, Lycan's you are in building four," Ezra said. "Now go, you have a few minutes until the bell rings."

Logan groaned and walked out with San. "Damn, I guess I won't see you until lunch." They made their way to the center of the school the students were gathering.

"I know," Logan said. "I wish you luck. And don't let anyone bother you. San, you're strong for all we know, you will be the first to gain control of your transformation."

"Right," Sam sighed.

"Hey loser," Alana walked over to them.

Logan crosses his arm. "Are you trying to ruin my day? Because it's not going to work."

"It was worth trying," Alana said. "So, what class do you have first?"

"Don't we have the supernatural classes first?" Logan said.

"No," Alana sip on her milk. "My father changed it; he said to mix the classes. Like a regular high school. So, for all I know, we could end up in one together."