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The Odd One Out

By MyLoveIsWriting All Rights Reserved ©

Fantasy / Adventure

Chapter 1

The loud thump shook me awake; the sound of the morning alarm blaring throughout my room. Lazily I stumbled from off of the floor and clumsily reached for the clock, my steadily adjusting vision trying to focus on the time. 5 o'clock!

I shot up from the floor, rushing for the bathroom when I banged my foot against the frame of my bedding. "Ah!" Hopping to the foot of my bed I lifted it to see the damage. Fortunately, for me it had already begun to heal. I wiped the access blood from my toe. "Stupid bed." I drowsily mumbled as I continued on to the bathroom to shower and freshen up for classes.

The clock read 5:30 when I exited the bathroom. Fortunately, for me I decided to dress in my uniform during the process of my bathroom therapy. Messily placing my tightly coiled curls in my usual disheveled bun, I grabbed my books before grabbing a couple of bags of O negative from my fridge. 

I poured the blood bags in my usual Big Gulp, an antique of the years leading to this day and age; one that was over a century gone. Drinking from the blood bag itself would only cause a stir in the class full of humans I had to suffer through. Although, there were a small few that were just as I was. Well-more or less....okay more the less. My point being, they were partial blood feeders just as I. Though, my hunger may have been less tamable than their own. Which was partial reason as to why I was the odd one out in the first place.

 Taking a sip before I walked out of my single dorm, I was suddenly refreshed. Prepared to start the day in a class full of students that abhor me.


The bell for first phase grazed my arrival to class, my foot barely reaching the archway of the classroom before the annoying bong made its sound throughout the school. And per the norm, even in my 'nick of time' arrival to class, professor Moore found condemnation in me. Although, there were those that would surely arrive well after class was underway. She would no doubt say nothing to them.

"Miss Knox." Professor Moore chided no sooner I started for my seat. "When will you learn to be on time for classes?" she hissed. 

I continued on to my seat. "When you stop wasting your time singling me out and actually teach a class." I mumbled, though I am sure she did not hear me. Not that I much cared about her hearing me; still, I knew that had she acknowledged my words I would only be sent to the punishment chambers.

"I swear, the biggest mistake this school could have ever made was allowing a mulbryd to attend!" she hissed.

I allowed myself to wordlessly admit that I was offended by her words granting a pause mid-step. However, I brushed it to the side and continued to my seat in the back of the class. 

"Alright class!".......

The professor's words trailed off as I locked myself away into my own thoughts. Today is just review anyway. And while there is not much to think about, the teacher's lecture would never make it to top ten on things to run through my mind.

"Hey freak!" the hiss of an insult whispered aggressively.

The name itself took me from my vague thoughts. Not because it was a name that I preferably answered to. No, the name is one that I unfortunately had become accustomed as it seemed I was the only one considered as such. Even in this a school; a school known for its freaks-or rather the preferred term, gifted. 

I looked at the boy that insulted me. His name was Jake Lancer; and he was among the top of the class and one of the more popular students of the academy. Nevertheless, Jake Lancer's popularity did little to impress me. His attempt to intimidate me through vicious words fell on deaf ears. And he was well aware.

I barely glanced his way before he continued in his banter. "The teacher asked you a question!"

I must have been deeper in thought that I previously assumed. "I did not hear you." I simply replied to Professor Moore, knowing that my answer would entail an over-exaggerated insult concerning my not answering her.

"Just like a mulbryd." Professor Moore spat. "Do you think you're too good to be in this class?" I barely parted my lips before she cut me off again. "Maybe you're too smart for my teachings. Is that it? Do you think you are better than any other student in this class?"

In earlier stages of my life, I would have definitely defended my belief that I was nowhere near the pedigree or greatness of anyone else in class. Thinking that telling the teacher would change anything, I would have told her 'no of course not Professor. I apologize for making you and my classmates think that that is what I meant!' Just thinking of that past me, causes a small chuckle.

However, as time grew so did I. And I was finally able to admit to myself. Yes, I was better than them; but not because I was the most powerful. Heck, I didn't even know if I really was. No, I knew I was better than them because of who they were; judgmental, neurotic jerks with a superiority complex toward those different from them.

 Nevertheless, still I digressed and said nothing, knowing that it would not cause betterment toward me nor that of my insufferable classmates. Of course in my staying silent though, Professor Moore took me for a foolish student, ashamed at being caught daydreaming.

"So is it safe to say that you do need teachings?" she asked sarcastically.

Still I did not answer, knowing that she was trying to heckle me. And even had I answered in the first place, she would not give me space to before she interceded with another insult. So, yes, still I sat there silent. Which only  made her angrier.

Professor Moore took in a deep breath amidst the chuckles and subtle mutterings concerning me. By this point in the one sided conversation she realized that she was being unprofessional.

"Do you....know the answer?" she gritted through her teeth.

"No." I finally said. Of course I knew the answer. There was no doubt in my mind that she was aware of my intelligence; what with my photographic memory and all. However, she knew that I would not answer either; I never did; What would it change? The way the students thought of me? No, of course not. They'd only sift to another negative subject concerning me, species and how I apparently knew everything because I was mulbryd in the first place. Would it change Professor Moore's opinion of me? Negative. In proving intelligence, she would only form another reason to despise me.

I faced facts a long time ago. These kids hated me; the teachers hated me. Maybe even the headmaster himself, and there was no getting over it. I was that odd number that ruined the perfect eight-hundred population of students attending this school. The one recluse that belonged to no clique; no species. But my own. The only living mulbryd. And truthfully, I would not prefer it any other way.

"If you're not going to learn, then there really isn't a point in you being in here is there?" Professor Moore hissed, having had enough of my venturing mind.

"You are right, Professor Moore." I replied. She rolled her eyes in a childish and petty manner before returning her gaze to the board in front of the class.

I graciously took that time to pack up my books and head to the front of the class, my blood cup in hand slurping away. Just as I made way to the door, I heard the gasp of Professor Moore.

"Where on earth do you think you're going?!"

"Some place where I'll actually learn something, I guess." I returned. "the best lesson you could have ever taught me teach." 

As I walked out of the class, the murmurings and laughter heightened. I would hear of it later in the headmaster's office, about my blatant disregard for respect concerning my superiors. And how that disrespect caused an unruly stir within the class. However, none of that concerned me now. I'd deal with that when the time called for it. 

I walked out of the school, timing that I had well over an hour before my next class began. Needing air, I went over to the rear of the academy near the land leading to the woods. I watched the shrouded forest, lusting after the wind that would graze at my face; the branches from high and fallen trees whipping my cheeks as I ran past and through them. The hidden spring's water sprinkling my face as I lapped it up.

It was decided then. I had to do it. I stripped from my clothes, drinking the remaining little of my O negative and walked into the woods, hiding my clothing and books under the marked rock I inconspicuously set near my favorite tree.

Closing my eyes, I allowed my self-control release, when the bones in my body began to crack, dislocating and relocating themselves. My legs began to buckle back, the nails from my hands and feet beginning to protrude. My ears pointed as my skin began to sprout smooth mixed colored hairs, the feeling tickling on the surface of my form. My eyes enlarged themselves, my view suddenly changing into something more vivid and alert. All of my senses heightening to a near unimaginable extent. My canine incisors elongated from my gums, my final form taking its place.

Shaking away the excess, I relished the feeling of my form. The sun was out yes, but the howl that escaped me could not be helped. The world through the eyes of a Lycan could not be compared to any other. The trees were more vivid in their color; the green surrounding fresh and lively. The sounds switching my attention every which way, to the small creatures hopping around and scurrying about. The scent of nature was captivating to a near overwhelming extent. Losing myself in my pleasures I sped away to my adventure in the woods.

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