Sighing I close my door, before heading to my sleeping bag. The metal springs in my old bed broke through the mattress, so unless I wanted to be stabbed in my sleep, I couldn't use it, and my 'father' didn't think i needed a new one. So for the past 3 years i've been sleeping on the floor.

My father always came back at around the same time each day, (it's been an hour since then)

so didn't need to check the digital clock on my nightstand to know it was around 4:00 am. I was used to my 'father' coming back from his nightly outings drunk, and not knowing left from right.

Settling down in the sleeping bag, i hoped to get at least 2 hours of sleep before I needed to get ready for school.

I groaned as the sun peaked through my window, practically blinding me. I turned over to face the wall, and now that the sun wasn't attacking my eyes, I started to drift off again.

My few minutes of peace was destroyed by the sound of my obnoxiously loud alarm, blaring the broken and static version of a song I've long forgotten the name of. 

I slam my hand down on the top of the clock. begrudgingly getting up i head to my bathroom to take a quick shower. My aching back thanking me for the hot water. 

After washing up, I walk out of the shower, and continue to do my morning routine, that involves brushing my teeth,(which look normal but are actually very sharp) and putting minimal effort into my hair.

I walk out of my room with my black backpack slung over my left shoulder. 

making sure to lock the door behind me.   'I remember the last time i forgot to lock my door, my Father went in, and broke my window. I stepped on the shattered glass, and if not for my increased healing speed I would have had to get stitches.'  'thanks dad' I think sarcastically as i quietly head downstairs, careful to avoid the steps that had glass and beer on them. 'I'll clean that up later'.

Seeing my father passed out on the couch, I hurry past him, putting on my black and white sketchers before heading for the front door, closing it behind me.

Now that I don't have the stress of my drunk father currently looming over me, I realize this is my first day of high-school, and that if I stay here with my head in the clouds I'll be late. 

Snapping back to reality I start jogging in the direction of my school. 

Luckily it's fairly close by, just a 20 minute walk. I slow my pace, and walk into the school, i already see people staring, and pointing at me, like i'm a rare animal at the zoo. And no matter how much I try to slouch, and wear hoodies, I can't conceal my 6'0 stature. And my unusual silver hair, not to mention the almost saphire looking scales running up the left side of my neck, stopping just under two inches below my sharp jawline.  (luckily my characteristics aren't super distinctive, so if people ask about the scales I can play it off as being a snake.)

I look at the schedule on my phone. Thankfully it also shows me how to get to each class, so I don't have to ask for directions. Walking through the bustling hallways I finally make it to my first class. Which happens to be math.

While math isn't my favorite subject, i'm good at it, so i'm sure it will be easy for me to pass this class(which gives me some leeway in terms of not paying attention.) But since today is the first day of school, the teacher has given us a free period to introduce ourselves and talk. I decided- well not decided not talk to my classmates, they just kept their distance and I went along with it. 

So while everyone was talking, I walked over to the back seat on the right side of the class, next to the window My backpack hit the ground with a muted 'thump' as I leaned over my desk, my face hidden behind my arms. 

I woke up with a noticeable flinch when I felt someone shaking me. My eyes frantically darted around for a moment, before settling on the figure next to me. i watched his hand retreat from my shoulder, before looking up. His navy-blue eyes meet my amber one's. Even though I immediately know he's a Lycan, I can't find it in me to look away from his eyes. 

After what felt like a few seconds of this, his eyes brighten for a second before they fade back to their usual blue. His face takes on an amused grin. "You must be the new student." But before I can nod his next sentence is already starting. "I'm Alex Смирнов" At seeing my confused expression he chuckles. "I'm Russian" he simply states. 'Ah that explains his accent. But why does he have an English name?' I question briefly before i'm once again brought back to focus by him reaching out a hand for me to shake. As I reach my own hand out, I see his eye's glance down at the few scales I have on my hand. His grin doesn't leave his face however, so I firmly grip his hand. "Ryoku Bazzoit" I introduce myself letting go of his hand after a few shakes. The feeling of his hot skin on my own cold hand, makes the dragon part of me want to lay down on top of him and sleep. I shake my head slightly to focus back on what he was saying.

"Sorry what were you saying?" I ask just a little sheepish. He looks at me surprised for a moment 'he's probably used to people paying attention to everything he says' I think. Inwardly rolling my eyes. But he just feigns hurt before grumply restarting his sentence. "I was saying I could walk you to your next class, then give you a tour of the school after?"

My eyes search his face for any sign of deception, after finding nothing I almost smile 'maybe this won't be so bad? I could at least make some friends?' I think.  A spark of happiness makes my eyes shine. After an almost uncomfortable silence I speak up  "Sure."