Milo A Beilschmidt & Narumi

[Narumi]

Dylan wanders into the classroom. A classroom. A place where lesson and learning was held daily, all except for weekends. This was his first time in a classroom. His parents had homeschooled him got several years, worried he wouldn't fit in with other humans. That's the thing. He wasn't human. He was of the werewolf race.


He was seventeen years old, and this was his year to have a faster of high school. So far it was noisy and overwhelming, but would, do for now.

 

[Milo A Beilschmidt]

Rhona sat at the middle row next to the window. She is reading a book, not looking up at her surroundings. Feeling her glasses fall at the tip of her nose, she pushed her them back up. She looked really interested in her book.


(Sorry for the long wait. And paragraph is short, but there's going to be a longer paragraph soon.)