This ain't your school for witchcraft and wizardry...

Yay!

I'm gonna switch to my iPod soon, so I'll do my charrie now!

Is there a certain age you need to be?

highschool

Name: Milla Turner
Age: 14 1/2
Human looks:Long, curly blonde hair, usually tangled up, plump pink lips, pale skin, light blue eyes. Angelic features, petit.
Wolf looks: http://www.musicoflovewriter.com/White%20Wolf%20Claws%20And%20Paws%20July%2014%202007.jpg

Note: Milla is a dark, shadowy girl, who looks very innocent but brews with an evil mind. She's quiet to most, and comes off as shy, but really inside is evil, twisted, and hears a strange voice all the time.

Lol! I think she'll work. ;D
Everyone's looking for their rooms right now. You could bunk with Lila and Thila.

Sure, that'd be easy for them to all interact!

Need me to make any more charries?

If you want, you don't have to.

Milla


"Now, close your eyes, relax everything, let go.."

The instructor pauses for a moment. In my mind, I can perfectly picture her eager expression.

Eager to see me do well, or to show me how... or to watch me fail, again.

Why did I even come here?

"What do you feel?"

Like a stack of dusty bones.

"I feel one with nature. I feel like the wolf," I lie.

"Good! Now, should we try phasing? Oh, I'm getting ahead of myself," The blonde trills a laugh,"you must go unpack now. Back here in half an hour."

She hurries off and I open my eyes. Hoisting the bag over my shoulder, I head to my room.

Lila: I sighed. "Bethany, are you sure I even brought it?" She had practically tore apart my carefully organized closet, looking for the scarf. And she knew I was practically OCD.

Milla

I wrapped my fingers around the gold door handle, twisting quick so my roommates heard, and opened the door.
Smiling so hard I felt my skin prickle at the thought of it, displeasure rippling along my spine, I said, "Hey, are you my roommates?"
I disgusted myself sometimes.
I walked over to the girls and kept on the smile.
There was a perfect balance between an artificial smile and a smile that's too uncaring. Mine was the middle, striking new girl and optimistic.
I would know. I practiced in the mirror for at least an hour.
First impressions are very important.

Lila: I glanced over my shoulder, hunched down trying to pick up my stuff. But the new girl looked nice enough, though her smile was a bit fake for me - Bethany would like it. I straightened up, smiling back, a rainbow sock in my hand, as I tried to tidy. "I didn't know we were getting a new roommate. Well...welcome! I'm Lila."

Milla

A short, giddy laugh, a toss of my hair, the smile returns. Another pang of hating rage fills me.
Ugly, bitter anger. Sudden and useless.
"Milla. I'm glad I'm not the only new girl here, aren't you?"
The lines bounce from my mouth. I'm so rehearsed. So pathetic.

I love the wolf.
I love to run, feel weightless, giddy, bouncy. Stretch along miles of endless land, bones cracking and heating up my blood.
I want the wolf.

^creepy

Lila: "No..." I said slowly. "I've been here three years. There are some other newbies, but Bethany and I have been here for awhile."

Bethany: "Hell yea, where else would it be?" I ask as I come out of the closet, stopping dead in my tracks when I see the girl. I raise anneuebrow as I size her up. Cutesy, younger than me, bubbly, boring. There's handfuls of her kind everywhere. Doesn't mean I can't still be polite. "Oh..." I say slowly. "And you are...?"

Should we move on?

I guess? Uh

Lila: I spotted something on the ground, grabbed it, then waved it triumphantly in Bethany's face. "Found it!"

Bethany: "Told you you had it!" I say as I triumphantly take it from her. "I was afraid I'd had to ask Father for another when I came home again."

(Or we can do something with Prue?)

Sureness. What charries do you have open?

Greg. I think that's it.
And he's... Interesting.

Okay, lol. You start?

Greg: I look down at the key and frown. Here I am again. Another key, another school, another lot of faceless teachers and students to navegate around. Another tedious month or so until Mom calls me back home out of guilt. Could I be blamed for being a little bored? After a while, I stop dead center in the middle of the hallway and let everyone else walk around me. Here we go again.

Prue: I raced down the hallway, a group of obnoxius invalids - a.k.a jocks - chasing after me. Calling me 'demon girl' and worse. They had no idea how close to home they cut with names like that. They just though I wore black to be an outcast, hah. A guy was standing in the middle of the hallway, just tall enough for me to hide behind. But then again, he was in the middle. I poked him when I came to him, and when he didn't move, shoved him closer to a wall, then I slid behind him. Hidden.

Gregory: My eyes narrow and I pull away almost immediately. I hate when random people touch me. It always makes me feel sick. But before I can walk off, I come face to face with a wall of jocks taking up the hallway. Some of my hairs start to bristle again and I try to push past one. "E-Excuse me."

Prue: "Excuse me," One of the jocks imitated in a high voice - a bad imitation. His friends laughed. "What a mama's boy, using manners." I stayed silent, hunched behind the weird guy.