3 Now we begin

Alisha couldn't believe it. She had gotten up so early, and had still missed the bus! She hurried to walk to school on time. "At least," she thought, "my hair is perfect." 'Cause that's all that matters, reputation, looks, and boys. At least for Alisha that was true. She may be half cat, but she still acted like a normal human girl. She liked to believe she was still human. She was. Just different. There weren't many schools that accepted people like her, and even more amazing, schools that had people like her and normal people in the same classroom. Alisha remembered last year, and how she'd not had any classes with who was voted hottest guy in the school based on bathroom stall conversations, Cooper, and this year she really hoped something might spark between them. Alisha liked to claim that she liked Cooper since before he was popular. Still, all her friends knew that was untrue. And now Alisha was rambling on about how awesome she was and what she would do this year in her thoughts, and didn't even realize she had gotten to the school, and surprisingly on time too. Then she noticed the shadow girl. She was still trying to figure out if she was human or not. She didn't seem to have any weird features. She started to glare at her. Alisha had never liked the Marie freak.

Marie looked around, she believed she seemed harmless enough. Yet, she still found one of her enemies glaring at her, as she walked by. "Alisha," she thought, sweetly in a creepy kind of way, "when will you ever learn? You don't want to play with my fire." Marie has thought menacing stuff like that before. She never acted on any of it, as to not repeat the past, she never acted on promises she made to herself. She was popular once.

Cooper looked around. How the world was rewarding, he was glad to see he looked better than most, his thin elf figure, stuck out in the crowd. His mutation made it to where he was a little more cunning than others, he was unable to gain weight, whether fatty or muscular, he could still gain strength though, and the only really visible feature which he hid when he could but didn't really care whether it was noticeable or not was his pointed ears. He unconsciously ran his fingers through his mid-length curly black hair, which was the perfect shade to accompany his tan skin color. He made his way to his group of friends.

"Dude, where you've been?" the one guy, Jerry, who was a normal human laughed.

"You know, around," Cooper said. He thought to himself afterwards, "Hate that guy."