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"Goddammit! No cell reception!" It wasn't like he really had anyone to call anyways. It was the first day of High School and Brandon had just moved, and did not know a single person at West Gate. All he did know was that his parents had dropped him off in the middle of no where and he had to spend the next few months at West Gate in a dorm with some guy named Jonathan.

He pulled out the paper his mom had stuffed into his backpack. "Room 201 Honors Biology," he mummbled to himself and shoved the piece of paper back where he found it. "Why," he thought to himself, "in the world was I put into all these honors classes?? I am not all that smart. Plus, it would be a hell of a lot easier if I took regular classes. I'm sure I could make A's in all regular classes, but honors? Who knows. I guess I'll just have to go and find out..." With a sigh he headed down one of the halls; not really sure where he was going.

It turned out that West Gate was a lot like other schools, his first teacher made everyone stand up and say their names and tell the class something about themselves. When it got to Brandons turn, he slowly stood up and said, "My name is Brandon Yetts and I... I... really don't know what to say about myself. Sorry." He sat down and a few people giggled. "Ugggh... if this is how it's going to be the rest of the year... then this sucks!" He thought to himself.

Brandon pulled the paper back out of his bag, after Biology he had Terminology in room 409. "I don't even know what that means!" he mummbled loudly. When he finially found the right room, the slumped into an empty seat and sighed. An older man, probably in his fifties, came into the room as the bell sounded and said, "Welcome to your Terminology class! I am sure by now that most of you know what you are. However, I am also sure that you guys know not to tell anyone else what breed you are..."

Brandon stopped listening and his head was wheeling with thoughts, "What breed we are? What is that supposed to mean? Are these people from really rich families or something??" He looked around the room at everyone else. "That means that I'm going to be around stuck up kids all day, everyday. All these phonies! This sucks!" He thought and sighed. Brandon hated phonies and the more he thought about, the more depressed he got.

After all of his classes for the day, Brandon went to his dorm house; he had got here yesterday afternoon, but to his surprise his roommate was coming today. "I hope he's cool," Brandon said under his breath. There was an elevator, which Brandon thought was wierd, since there was only two floors and the first floor was off-limits after 10 o'clock. He went up the stairs and unlocked the door, only to find that there was stuff thrown everywhere. "What the hell?" He began, but was cut off by the guy with black hair and glasses bent down on the ground grabbing stuff out of his suitcase, "Oh hi there! My name is Jonathan. I'm your new roomie!"

Brandon looked around the now trashed room, "What is up with this mess??" "Oh, sorry dude!" Jonathan began, "I can't help it. You know, with me being a werewolf and all." "You... you..." Brandon could not think of anything to say... 'Yeah right buddy' 'You must have lost your mind' 'Stop messing around', but before he could finish, Jonathan said "OH! I totally forgot! We are not supposed to tell each other what we are! Hahaha. Cause you could be a vampire, and then things would be AWAKWARD!" Jonathan kept laughing, which made Brandon even more confused.

Jonathan looked at Brandon and said, "Oh s**t! You are a vampire! This is not good. I'm..." Before he could finish, Brandon yelled, "I am not a vampire!!" "Oh thank goodness! I was about to say that I needed to change rooms or something! Hahah," Jonathan laughed. "I... I am... human!" Brandon exclaimed, which only made Jonathan laugh even more. "Human... that's a good one! A human would NOT be allowed to go to West Gate. It's ok if you don't want to tell me what you are. It is against school rules, after all," Jonathan said and went back to unpacking his things.

"A human is not allowed to go to West Gate?" Brandon thought to himself, "What does that even mean? Is he being serious with the whole 'I am a werewolf' thing? And the whole 'You're not a vampire, are you?' thing." Brandon's head was spinning and he was not sure what to do about it.


(... to be continued.)