The chosen ( the hybrid)

 Shadows of the Cafeteria

I clutched my lunch tray tightly, my heart racing as I approached one of the empty tables in the bustling cafeteria. It felt like all eyes were on me, a spotlight illuminating my awkwardness. The hum of chatter faded as I stumbled forward, the clatter of trays and laughter echoing around me, amplifying my nervousness.

As I set my tray down, I reached for a chair, but the moment I began to sit, it was yanked away. I crashed to the floor, my butt hitting the cold, unforgiving marble. A wave of laughter erupted from the crowd, a chorus of mockery that reverberated in my ears. I blinked back tears, my gaze darting around the room until it landed on her: Karl Martha, the heiress of the powerful Karl group.

Her eyes glinted with malice, a predatory gleam that sent a shiver down my spine. With a smirk that sent chills through me, she held my lunch in her hands, inspecting it like a trophy. “What kind of dish is this?” she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. “I wonder how it would taste directly from your face.”

Before I could react, she plopped my food onto my head, the cold pasta and sauce sliding down my hair. “Not that bad,” she remarked, tasting a forkful while wiping her hands on my uniform, the humiliation settling deeper. With a feigned gasp, she dumped the rest of my lunch over my head, pretending it was an accident. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Olivia!” she exclaimed, her tone mocking as she feigned remorse. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Don’t… don’t worry, I understand,” I stammered, my cheeks burning as I scrambled to my feet, desperate to escape the laughter that echoed in my ears.

“I’ll help you,” Karl offered, stretching out her hand. For a moment, a flicker of hope ignited within me. But as I took her hand, she suddenly released it, letting me fall back to the ground. The laughter grew louder; a cruel symphony that made my heart ache.

Overwhelmed by the humiliation, I fled the cafeteria, my feet carrying me to the sanctuary of the bathroom. Why did she hate me so much? I had never crossed her, never done anything to deserve this torment. I wiped my face with tissues, the tears flowing freely, mixing with the remnants of my lunch.

Just then, I heard footsteps echoing in the restroom. I strained to catch snippets of their conversation, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Today is the day of the full moon,” one boy said, his voice laced with excitement.

“Yeah, the day our shapeshifting abilities will be tested,” another added, laughter following like a shadow.

“We’ll be camping here tonight. The school will be deserted by four PM. It’s the perfect place to avoid spilling blood,” one of them chuckled, and their laughter faded as they walked away.

Once the coast was clear, I emerged from the stall, my heart heavy. I trudged toward the classroom, feeling the weight of countless eyes on me. Whispers followed me, sharp as knives.

“I still have the video of her—the cafeteria incident,” Aisha Morris said, pulling out her phone to show her friend.

“With that face, she’d win the award for the world’s ugliest girl! Look at her eyes; they’re like those of a zombie!” her friend cackled.

Their laughter cut deep, and I could no longer bear the humiliation. I dashed out of the classroom, seeking refuge in the empty library. With the closing period approaching, the library was nearly deserted. I curled up in a corner, allowing my tears to flow until exhaustion pulled me into a fitful sleep.

When I awoke, dusk had settled over the school. The moon hung high and full, its silvery light spilling through the windows like a gentle caress. I rubbed my eyes, disoriented, and as I stood, a strange feeling washed over me—a sensation of being watched.

As I stepped outside the library, I glanced around, but saw nothing. Despite my unease, I continued toward the main building, reassuring myself that my dorm was just a short walk away. Just as I approached the exit, I caught a glimpse of yellow-green eyes staring at me from the shadows. They flickered out of sight the moment I turned my head.

A low growl rumbled in the distance, close enough for me to feel the vibrations in my chest. My heart raced; this was not the first time I had sensed something lurking in the dark corners of the school. I had always brushed it off as my imagination, but tonight, the unease settled deeper.

I quickened my pace, willing my legs to move faster. I didn’t want to be out here alone. But as I turned the corner, the growl grew louder and closer. My breath hitched in my throat; I couldn’t afford to look back. 

Then, I saw it—a massive wolf, its fur dark as night, eyes glowing with a predatory gleam. Panic surged through me. I knew I couldn’t outrun it; its speed was far superior to mine. 

“Please don’t kill me! Please don’t eat me!” I begged, closing my eyes and hoping for a miracle.

When I opened them again, the wolf was gone. Relief flooded through me, but it was short-lived. A different wolf, equally menacing, emerged from the shadows, its eyes fixed on me with a hunger that made my skin crawl.

Before I could react, it lunged, its powerful body pinning me to the ground. I could see its fangs, sharp and glistening in the moonlight, as it growled low in its throat. 

“Ahhh!” I screamed, struggling to break free. I didn’t want to be another victim, another story swallowed by the darkness. Just then, another wolf appeared, joining the first, its eyes glinting with malice.

“I’m finished,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I closed my eyes, bracing for the end.