Changes

Chapter 1

"And that right there is the Big Dipper," Ed told me, smiling.
I look over at him. He makes it so hard for me to do this. But I have to do it. It's nothing.
"What's wrong?" He asked me.
"I love you," I say quickly, and then I open my mouth to bite.

//ONE MONTH LATER\\

"You good?" Dad asks me.
"Uh, yeah. I guess so," I tell him as I look at my new room.
We had just finished cleaning it up and unpacking all my junk. It was furnished. My mother walks in and hugs my father from behind.
"Don't worry, we'll get a new color for your walls," she reassures me.
"Really, Mom. Dad. I'm fine and I'm okay with yellow walls."
My mom shrugs and nods.
"Whatever you want, sweetheart. You know we just want the best for you," Dad says.
"Yeah, I know," I put on my best fake smile as I shut the door behind them.
I sigh and sit down on my bed, tugging at my long locks of golden brown hair.
We finally moved, but I can't stop thinking about him. Ed. My boyfriend.
I shut my eyes and fall back onto the soft comforter, desperately wishing I could just disappear. And to make matters worse, my parents have no idea about me. They think I'm just an average teenage girl. Ugh, I wish. And to make the already terrible matters way worse, I start school next week. I'm going to be a sophomore. Orientation/Meeting the teachers was a couple days ago, when we were boarding our plane. I'm glad I missed that, it's always just hours of boring presentations and goals for the upcoming year. The only part that annoys me about missing it, though, is that I didn't get to see any of my new classmates. So I know absolutely no one and I'm 3,000 miles away from my home- just great. Well, my old home now. I miss it already....

//ONE WEEK LATER\\

The loud buzzes coming from my cell phone don't put me in a very good mood on Monday morning. Why did my alarm go off anyway? I sleepily press the snooze button, allowing myself to rest for half a second before realizing it's the first day of school and I have to get up. I shut off the alarm completely and turn on the shower. I get ready as quickly as I can. I want to make a good first impression, so that I can make some friends- or at least one friend. I put on a plain black v-neck, a pair of skinny jeans, a forest green military jacket, and some black boots. It's cold outside for me. I run downstairs to eat a hurried breakfast before rushing out the door. Once at the school I hop out of my moms car and sling my bag over my shoulder. Luckily, I find my locker. I pull out the books I need, according to the schedule that's been put up in my locker with a magnet. I grab the schedule and shut the locker. My first class is English, Room N20.
N18..N19..N20! I open the door to see that I'm late. There's one empty desk left. Everyone stares at me. The teacher walks up to me before I can get to the seat.
"Hi, Andrea?" She asks me nicely.
"Yes," I say.
"Class, this is Andrea Wright. She's a new student this year so I'd like you all to make her feel very welcome."
I hear some snickers from the back of the room.
"Andrea, my name is Stacy. I just let the students call me that, so they see we're equals," she smiles, she's a bit too nice if you ask me.
"If you need anything just let me know."
"Okay," I smile a little at her, and I walk to my desk.
I'm not ever shy, I'm always confident. Okay, not always. But ever since I became..what I am. Ever since I turned. I wasn't actually that worried about making friends. I have bigger priorities- supernatural stuff. But now that I'm here, it's different. I still don't care that much, but it would be nice not to be a loner for the next three years here.
"Alright, welcome back, class! I think we should play an icebreaker. We only have one new person in this class this year, but they're fun anyways!"
Jeez, Stacy is all smiles and rainbows.
"I'm going it partner you up into groups of threes. You may be wondering, 'But, Stacy- that's an odd number!', but wonder no more! I believe in odd numbers because odd people are fun, and everything can't always be perfect! Okay, let's see here... Danny, Rocky, and Jenna. Yeah, I think we'll do two of one gender, and the third of the opposite gender. Alright.. Lisa, Amelia, and James..." Stacy went on and on, until I heard her talk about the last group.
"And the last three..." She says, looking over.
I don't know anyone's name, so I have no idea who's been called and who hasn't.
"Okay, I see you. Stiles, Scott, and Andrea! Okay so, all you have to do is go with your group to a random room in the school and ask each person five things about them! For example, if you're in the gym, ask about sports. If you're in the music room, ask about music or art or dance even. I'll see you guys in forty-five minutes!" Stacy grins.
I look around. I don't know who Stiles or Scott are, so I let them find me. One of them walks up to me and introduces himself as Stiles. I tell him 'hi'. The other one, Scott, walks up with an odd expression. I stare at him. Something makes me nauseous. I swallow, trying not to gag or throw up. I cover my mouth, what is it? He doesn't smell, it's just his..presence? Scott also wrinkles up his nose and buries it under his sweater. Stiles looks back and forth between us, confused.
"Okay.. I'm just gonna pretend that this isn't really weird and say that I thought we should go to the music room," he says.
I cough a few times before managing an 'okay'.
Once in the music room, Scott slams the door and locks it behind us.
"Uh...Scott?" His best friend asks.
Scott turns to me.
"What are you?"
I freeze. Oh God.
"Tell me what you are now or I swear to god I'll kill you right here and right now."
He doesn't scare me.
"I'm not afraid of you," I say. It's not cocky or snobby, it's just a statement.
But it makes him angry. He comes running at me, Stiles unable to stop him. I put hand out lightly push him. The playful shove is enough to send him flying backwards onto the ground at full force. Scott screams in agony and pain. I bit my lip.
"Sorry," I say, cringing everytime he grunts in pain. This isn't the kind of first impression I wanted...