Why Can't Life Be Normal (A Werewolf Story)

Why Can't Life Be Normal? Chapter 2

Why Can't Life Be Normal?

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Recap

-Talen's POV-

"Everyone, please welcome the new student Talen Blake" teach said waving a hand in my direction.

"New student, go sit down somewhere and be quiet" teach says. Man, wow awesome teacher, she already forgot my name. After teach says this, my mate starts laughing out loud, causing the Cooper dude and the other guys behind her to laugh.

"Detention for anyone laughing, Ms. Jones, Mr. Cooper double detention and calls home for both of you!" teach snaps to the students.

"Oh yes, call our parents, because that is such a punishment!" Cooper manages to yell through his laughter. This only result in making everyone else laugh harder. My mate had been laughing so hard that there were tears pouring down her face, making her black make up to run down her cheeks. Even then she looked so beautiful.

She could probably tell that I was staring at her, but she looked like she didn't have a care in the world.

Chapter 2

Carlin's P.O.V.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

OH MY FUCKING GAWD! You stupid clock! Why can't you move any faster?!?!

I yell in my head. I say this over and over again every few seconds because I am so bored. For the last half hour all we have done in this gawd-awful class is talk, talk, talk. No, not to our friends, ha I wish! The Grinch is the one talking, telling us how to calculate Prime and Composite factors and numbers. 'Yes, thanks so much for teaching us about stuff we learned in ELEMENTARY SCHOOL!'

Captain's Log, Star-date: First Period, Home Room, Math Class.

I once again try to bribe the clock to move faster. No such luck. I look around the room, all I see are classmates passing notes, doodling, taking naps, and listening to music. 15 minutes until class is over. Will I survive?

Dammit! Right now I have a brain ouchy. It kills. F.M.L.

"Ms. Shaydin?" I say putting up my hand and acting like a good little student. Ha, ya right.

*Sigh* "Yes, Ms. Jones, what now?" She asks me in an exasperated tone. I guess old people get tired real easy these days. Sucks for them.

"My brain hurts, can I go and get an ice pack from the nurse?" I ask while wearing my best 'I'm in so much pain' face and my big puppy dog eyes.

"No, this is the third time you've asked that in the last 15 minutes. I'm sure it doesn't hurt that bad"

"I have only asked 3 times because it hurts 'that bad'" I say copying her choice of words.

"I've said no and that's final!"

"Fine, if you won't let me, I'm going to start singing really, really, really, really loud and super off key" I tell her. There are only a few things that Ms. Shaydin hates (more than all the other stuff old people complain about). They are: when we don't listen, hum during class, sing any music (especially off key and loud) and finally any texting what so ever.

She looks at me and rolls her eyes. FINE! BE THAT WAY! Hehe, she asked for it!

I turn around in my seat to look at Alex. He gives me an evil, knowing smile and a single sharp nod.

"What song?" I ask him, smiling my evil little devil smile.

"The Good Life" He said, adding a chuckle in at the end.