Diversity College

Chapter 1

"Is this suffocation? Are they trying to betray me? Are we related or are we enemies? Why Kandiu WE WERE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER!" All I could do was smile and walk out of the room.

300 years later:

I was chocking on a tater tot. Help someone? I began to choke but then I felt arms forcefully press on my stomach and the tater tot flew on the other side of the cafeteria. I start breathing again and turn around to see a boy look down at me. "T-Thanks." I coughed out with an exhausted smile. "He giggles and holds out his hand. "No hard feelings the name is Francis." I gladly take his hand an shook it. I look at him his eyes are red and his wolf ears are yellow just like his tail and hair. He has a husky shuble. His voice is deep and raspy, his eyebrows are huge a grizzly, I can see why people are easily frightened of werewolves they have quite of a reputation and their looks are usually large and menacing, but this one if I look deeply in his eyes I can see a little puppy. He is wearing a tight t-shirt that says "PEPE".You can see chest hair pop out of his shirt. His pants are red skinny jeans and his letterman jacket is tight from his muscles. He is tall, like a beast, and his hands are huge. 

"And your name?" He says with a worried expression. I shake my head out of thought. "Sorry! I'm Kandiu." He stares at me with a confused reaction, he raises his eyebrows and presses his lips together. "Familiar...." He says I get confused but before I ask he interrupts with a cherpy expression, "I hope I see you soon, Kandiu!" I wave back and turn back to my deserted table. 

I always been very lonely, when people hear my name they get so confused they just leave and continue to think. My reputation is like a desert, dusty and vague. To be exact this school is so various and large, it is easy to get forgotten. Our school has everything, werewolves, vampires, witches, mages, knights, queens, and humans. Though, the one thing we don't see is demons. Demons are excellent and are so powerful. They are elegant and basically the shit. However, I am a priestess, the next big thing. They can kill off anything with a blink. Just like my father he is the most powerful priest in the world an is the headmaster. He has long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, he is quick-witted but so intelligent. His smile can either make people feared or smitten. However, my mother, she died after giving birth to me, I never knew much about her. My father is so distant about it and distant to me, I never bothered asking. 

And me, I am the description of strange. I have short white hair and pastel blue eyes that most people stare at. I have cocoa butter skin and soft plump lips. My usual outfit is a lavender tight short dress. I have a big black sweater with a cross on the back, the sweater reaches my ankle. I wear black hightop converse and a resting bitch face. I have a staff that I carry n my back with my books and a frappucino always in my hand.  

I pick up my bag and staff and walk out of the cafetorium. I put my math book in my locker and take out my history and sketchbook for the last two classes. I close my door to be met with a happy wolf face. I jump back from the sudden attention, I calm down and lock my locker with a strong protection barrier. I look back at Francis to see him smiling, I sigh and try not to look pissed. "Hello Francis, what are you doing at my locker?" He turns back to his human form and leans on the locker, "I was thinking we walk to class together." I push my bag closer to my shoulder and smile. "I have history next do you?" He thinks about the question and nods while wagging his tail. I sigh and start walking, "Then let's go,"

As we walk we, no, he asks stuff about me and I answer some questions. I look around to see people staring at me, which was weird because I was hardly noticed. So I smiled and waved. Some wave, some blushed, and some blew kisses. I understand I usually look decent but this was a little flattering, but before I knew it the runway walk was over and we walked into history. I was walking to my usual spot, in the back, until I was pulled my big hands. I look up to see Francis pulling me to this cluttered spot in the middle. I just followed him, since I am not the one to argue. When we get there he growls, "Howdy everyone!" Everyone waves back. I see a boy walk up to me and stares at me. He has tanned skin and green eyes, his hair was lavender and puffy and kept back from his eyesight with a dark purple headband. He was wearing a dress shirt that was green and black slacks, his shoes were a dark green. His head was like a diamond and his face had a little bit of facial hair. He had this wide smile on his face and some piercings on his ears. He lowered himself to look at me clearer. "Who's this beauty?" He says turning to Francis. I'm so uncomfortable that all I do is back up. "She's Kandiu and gets off her dick Nauge." He backs up still smiling and winks. 

"Kandiu you sound-" 

"Familiar yeah I know," I say in a sassy tone. He smiles apparently liking this? Creep. After an uncomfortable silence, the teacher walks in and we all sit down. I sit in the middle of Nauge and Francis. I take out my notebook and write everything. After a few notes, I have an eerie feeling. I look up to see Nauge twirling my hair, I blush and look down. To be honest, it was comfortable, I turn to Francis to see doodling thins n his paper, I ignore it and look at Nauge to see him no longer twirling my hair. I was a little upset and stare at him, he looks up from his work and looks back down and writes vigorously. He tears the paper and folds it and hands it to me underneath the table. I unfold it and read it:

Whats wrong bbygirl? LLike it when I play with your hair, I think you would rather me pulling it in be-

Before I can finish reading it Francis snatches it and rips it. I look at him and he was genuinely pissed. However, when I look at Nuage he is twirling my hair and smiling at Francis. Sooner or later the class is over. I got up from y desk and start reading realizing art is on Thursday. I smile with happiness at the thought of no classes for three days. "Look at that, we both don't have classes, Kandiu!" I heard a chirpy Francis say. Nauge runs close to me and starts twirling my hair, "Me either." 

I need someone else to hang out like seriously. I pull out my phone and look at my contacts. I smile as we walk along the highway.

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