Skye groaned as her alarm went off. Her hand slammed on the clock, letting silence fill the room once again. But the peace didnt last long. "Skyler! You best be getting up! You are not going to be late." Skye groaned again. Her mother truely hated her if she was making Skye go to a school for freaks. That or she just wanted to get rid of Skye for a while. Skye didnt really blame her.<br/><br/>Rolling out of bed, Skyler stumbled to her bathroom, starting the shower. She stood there for a bit, letting the water cascade down her. She had wished this was all a dream. That she didnt have to go to this school. A school that had to be seperated purely because the being wouldnt be accepted in a normal school...well that and tey also did magic. But even a school for the supernatural didnt make Skyes life any easier. She was only half a freak. Which put her in a catagory of freaks among freaks. She couldnt pretend ti be human nor mythical beingas. her feature were messed up. Her ears were too pointy and her eyes were the color of a wolfs.<br/><br/>Finishing up her shower, Skye dryed off and threw on her usual style of a tshirt, a light hoodie, and tight but flexibke jeans. She threw her hair up in a ponytail and looked into the mirror. Most would think she would want to hide her ears. But thats what her mother wanted her to do, and as their relationship wasnt all that great, Skye decided that she would keep her hair up. Plus it helped as she never really did much with her hair anyways. Making sure her bags were all set, she made her way downstairs.<br/><br/>The roon smelled of bacon and eggs, which made Skyes already nervous stomach turn. She never cared for breakfast,  and her mother new it. But she tried anyways. "You should let your hair down every once in a while."  She quipped without even looking up. "It would make a nice change." Skye rolled her eyes.<br/>"Yeah, Im sure. Would be nice if people stopped staring wouldnt it?" Skye snidded.<br/>"Please, Skyler. Dont start this early."<br/>"Seriously? Your gonna do this? Right now?" Skye hated that. Her mither would always turn things on her. Made sense since she blamed Skye for her father leaving.<br/>Silence followed as Skyes mother set the table. Skye touched nothing. After her mother was done, Skye dragged her bags to the car and her mother drove.<br/><br/>They arrived at the spot wherethe letter and map said to go. An old mine shaft. Skye looked around. "Sure this is the spot?" She asked. Her mother looked around and huffed. "Yes, Skyler. It said you need to go through there." She pointed at the shaft. Skye got out without a word and grabbed her bags. Her mother leaned out the window. "Goodbye, have fun." But all Skye heard was "yesIm finally rid of her for avwhile." Whatever.<br/><br/>Skye walked down the miners tunnel. After a lot of cinfusing twists and turns, she arrived at a .....train station? And biy was it crowded. There were all kinds of creatures there, even creatures Skye had never seen before! Skye hiked up her bags and followed the people onto the train. She felt her ears get hot as people stared. She tried to ignore them but she could feel her anger boiling. There was a group of naga girls whispering and laughing, looking pointedly at Skye. Skye ground her teeth. "And what are YOU looking at, ya snakes." She knew it was lame but she couldnt think pf a better insult. The nagas laughed. As skye passed, she purposfully stepped on one of their tails. "Gah! Why you little-!" She started and threw a punch, not what Skye was expecting from a naga. But Skye still caught her fist. She twisted it. "Yeah. Smart one. Werewolf." She growled. The naga, who apparently didnt realize what Skye was, yowwled in pain. Skye actually growled more like a wolf as she let go, making the nagas slyther away. Part werewolf or full, Skye still was more powerful in hand to hand than most. Skye turned and got onto the train, feeling the stares.<br/><br/>Attempting to get away from other people, She made her way to the back of the train., putting on her sunglasses. Getting ti the back, she found she couldbt avoid people. However, there was something off about the last group, spmething familiar. Since she would rather be with familiar people than hostiles, Skye picked a chair and sat down, crossing her legs and arms. Her demeanorvwas rather menacing, or at least she tried to seem that way.