After attending classes, I was finding a spot to hide myself. I didn't want to attend martial arts. I loved my bones. No one wanted to understand that.       I walked over to the narrow path, lawn on both sides. My pace was slow, eyes wandering around.      My gaze stopped at the old tree. Pacing forward, I sat resting my back against the trunk. I slipped my hand in my bag and took out the book. These books contained every information I needed to understand them.      I huffed in a lungful air when I opened the book. I didn't tell my friends about skipping class. They would force me in.      "So, here you are,"     I screamed and the book jumped out of my lap in the air.     Alessandro

I woke up early today. I took a quick shower and changed into a black lagging and a black tee. I sat on the bed with my book, waiting for the knock to echo in the silence. I wanted to stay inconspicuous but that seemed impossible when I was surrounded by werewolves with incredible strength and powers. I wanted to finish the book as soon as possible, but the fat book always challenged me.       I couldn't concentrate on the book. I didn't know. Where is Dastien? Indeed, I don't know anything about him, his business. Is he a student or a professor or just a residency here like Mr Wolfe? I shouldn't... I couldn't even bring it on the tip of my tongue. Emotions have died inside me after seeing my mother. She is still crazily in love with him. It took me years to build myself, never let anything affect him. Dastien broke into my heart easily, more easily than easy. I act like a crazy pup around him.      I was unexpectedly annoyed a

                   My smile died when I stepped into the extra class. Samantha was glaring at me with her group. I whirled to leave.       "Miss Emma, take your seat." Professor Megan said, her expression was hard. She must have guessed that I was thinking of running away.       Another set of piercing amber eyes locked on me. She was taller than Miss Maria, her black gown was more expensive than a teacher should.      "Class," Professor Megan raised her voice, "Mrs Katherine Dawson is teaching you for next week. Good luck, class." She nodded in a friendly way toward Mrs Dawson.       Mrs Dawson returned the gesture and looked at the seat. I looked around to slip away from the glass.       "Miss Emma!" Her voice was thundering when she called my name.       I jerked

                            I woke up with a jolt. I closed my eyes again. A blush crept over my face. My hand shot over my forehead, the sound of my palm hitting echoed in my ears.     'It's a dream. I can't go out with him, at his place, hot chocolate, his lips.'      My finger felt something soft under my fingers. My eyes snapped open, "No!" My eyes drifted toward my hand. My eyes widened in shock, I gulped looking down at the soft blanket. It wasn't a dream. Disbelief crawled inside me.       I hurried to my feet and gathered the blanket in my hands. I opened the cupboard and thrust it inside and locked it again. My shoulders were moving with shallow breathing.      I placed my head against it and stared at the door, "It wasn't any dream." A smile appeared on my face again.  &

                      I couldn't eat much. I wasn't excited, but I was frightened of getting caught. But it felt fun more than anything dangerous.       I glanced back at the door of the academy, "I can't believe it. We made it." I whispered, gleefully.       Silver sighed and leaned her forehead on the steering wheel. She muttered something. I could not understand. Her lips pressed in a thin line.       Her pink small car was luxurious and so stylish and comfortable. I pressed my palm against the soft leather seat, "You're in love," Elizabeth said, grinning.       I didn't need to utter a word, my cheerful expression explained everything. It was the second time I was sitting in the car. I wished to own such a beautiful car one day.       "Yeah, it's beautiful." I smiled.