A Forbidden Territory, A Forbidden Life

Chapter 9

~~~~Chapter 9~~~~~

Skye's P~O~V

Okay by now I am sure I'm out to get myself killed!

I mean first I somehow manage to get myself into classes that I'm SUPPOSED to be forbidded to go to.

Then I make friends with people  that can get me killed and others who can kill me.

I have a mate that can destroy my whole life I discovered I had a chance to live.

Notice the HAD!

Because obviously I'm bound to die!

Either due to the fact that I moved here

Or due to the stupid gliche that put me in to classes that I'm NOT allowed to go to

Or even due to my exceptional and FORBIDDEN friendly-ness!

I mean first I made friends with a witch

Then a werewolf that is probably related to the head of the Rye Pack

If that weren't enough a wizard as well!

Later I made friends with 2 other werewolves who just might be part of and related to the head of the Burn Pack!!

After that!!!

And YES there IS MORE!!!!

I moved into the neighborhood that is ruled by the pack that my mate just might inherit: THE LUNE PACK!!!!!!!!

How do I know that?

Because I also made another FORBBIDEN friend!!!!!!!!!!

Who just so (UNFORTUNATELY) happens to be HIS (my mate's) younger SISTER!

And do you know what excuse my panther came up with after I'd made her my friend and partner (in cooking class) for the REST of the school year!!!!

//Aww she's so much like me!!!! (Or how I used to be before our family split apart.)\\

I mean seriously!

I hate my personality!

Not to mention panthers are SUPPOSED to be INDEPENDENT LONERS!!!

But I'm the exact opposite unfortunately....................

Thus now I've promised countless people that I'm gonna have lunch with them and am at the moment hiding in the ladies washroom in the Burn sect. to avoid my mate and the upcomming disaster.

But it won't last for long 'cause my stomache is growling and my panther is driving me CRAZY!

Since the washroom is empty I cautiously get out of the cubicle I've been hiding in for 15 minutes now and wash my hands. 

Then I walk through empty hallways and head to the cafeteria I'd seen on my way to my cooking class and as soon as I openg the huge doors to the cafeteria all heads turn my way for what I think is the 2 thousandth time today!

My paranoia creeps in yet again for not one but a million reasons.

As all the countless faces look at me with their many expressions, thoughts and expectations I still can't decide what side to go to (the Rye, the Burns or the Lune)

or what table to go to (My mate, my sister like friend (Sandra), my brother like friend (Linda), or the one's that know one of my many secrets).

In the end I step in the cafeteria, close my eyes and walk to a random table, feel (with my hands) if the seat is empty (please don't think dirty things people!), place my but on the seat, face the table, place my bag on the table (If you haven't guessed it yet I did all this with my eyes closed) and finally open my eyes to see where I am and what I chose.

As I open my eyes all I can say or wish is that: I hope I can atleast have a peaceful lunch before the upcoming disaster.

I open my eyes and..............................................