Jonathan groaned as the sound of his alarm clock finally stirred him from sleep, his hand reaching out and groping for the snooze button as the smells of the woods from his dreams faded. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes before sighing, sitting up and properly turning off his alarms before going about his morning. His fingers traced the spine of an old leather tome as he passed his bookshelf into his bathroom.<br/><br/>He looked in the mirror and smiled to himself, shaking his head as he thought about what he was. His eyes were currently slit-pupiled, though sometimes he woke up with some other strange feature, and as he went about his morning routine he forced himself back to normal. The leather tome had the stories of generations past as to what he was, and what family he belonged too. He had come into his gift 2 years ago when he was 16, and now at 18 he was finally gaining true control over himself. It was taking longer than he would've liked, but weren't teenagers nowadays spread to thin to really be at fault.<br/><br/>He was a shapeshifter, born into it, a senior in highschool and all that entailed, and volunteered at the zoo that both of his parents worked at. He dressed, gathered his things, plugged in his ear phones, and grabbed his poptarts before finally heading out of the house and getting into his car. It wasn't anything impressive, an old jeep that ate up gas, but he had no real desire to be on the bus. Ever. So he dealt with it by volunteering, which he justified as reason enough for his parents to help him with gas.<br/><br/>He arrived at the school sometime later, already bustling with the first day activities as he got out of the jeep and headed in. First thing first was to figure out where his homeroom would be. That meant getting to the cafeteria, and waiting in the lines for his schedule.