Born With His Tattoo

The Day She Walks

A sigh escaped my lips before I could toss my books onto the desk in the middle of the room. I waited patiently for the bell to ring only to realize I still had a good three minutes. I hate this classroom, and time always seemed to slow down in it, I'm blaming the witches.

Okay so in this world, humans are no longer the only creatures. We aren't sure about who else is on this planet with us, but we at least know about the beasts and vampires. If you ask me, we have them all, the mermaids, fairies, witches, and the list goes on.

Humans and these vampires and beasts to which we refer to as the supernatural is at a never-ending war. A war that won't start nor end, we are stuck in this fear of the supernatural.

The so-called unwritten agreement that only a few followed had flaws. It didn't stop hunters from hunting, and the scared from being scared.

What does this have to do with me? Well, ever since I was born, I was never liked by others. I wasn't the one who was picked first in gym and seemed to always play by myself at recess. I was never invited to birthday parties and I was that strange kid who never had any. I am what they like to call an outcast, and I have come to terms with that.

Since I never have fit in, it wasn't a shocker that I didn't feel the same way humans did. Now, five years after finding out about them, schools seem to base their requirements around them. Forcing us each year to learn about the kinds of 'dangers' out in the real world. I was just grateful that this was my last year sitting through these classes before college. The echo of giggles dragged me out of my thoughts and back into the classroom filled with the same classmates I had since I started high school.

"Evangeline James," The teacher spoke making an entrance placing her books on the desk, "Do I need to call the principle before I start class?"

"Let me think about it for a few minutes."

A simple eye rolled was the answer I received before she continued her exhausting lesson like she does each day. You would figure, that eventually, they would get bored of teaching the same information.

I quickly got comfortable before staring at the beautiful green trees freshly out of winter. It was barely spring but felt more like fall given that this was Washington after all.

"Evangeline, would you like to explain to the class why the supernatural is dangerous?" Silence filled the air as they waited on an answer that I wouldn't give. "Does anyone want to help her out?"

"How about I answer for myself. The supernatural is not dangerous."

"Not dangerous?" The teacher dropped the marker onto the floor before spinning around, "Have you seen what they can do?"

"Yes, but even each and every human is capable of even the worst crimes when in danger."

"What is your problem, James?" A classic jock, Nate, questioned leaning on his desk. I started beating my head on the table but stopped after I realized that it wouldn't help. He was still here, and nothing I did would change that.

I mean, I could always kill him. Then again, I run the chance of ending up in jail. Meaning I would have to make a friend on the outside to bail me out after I get caught. Then again, that seems like too much work. Maybe he's not worth it.

"Well Anderson, you are my problem." I delivered snapping, I was tired of him and he just said five words. It's going to be a long day. You know what, I might actually bury him in the woods, or would that be too obvious? I mean the humans wouldn't search for him.

"This is a joke, I'm sick and tired of hearing about beasts and vampires being monsters. Like the fact that we should fear them is just bullcrap. There is no reason for it, just suck it up already!"