Lauren Wilcox was content with her life. It's true she didn't have many friends, but it wasn't from a lack of trying on her part. She simply couldn't stand the celebrity gossip and frivolous conversation that the other sixteen year old girls seemed to live off. Lauren preferred to spend her time in a library insulated by the silence and lose herself in the pages of a good book. It wasn't a perfect life, but Lauren was happy.<br/><br/>Then the invitation to attend Saint Grey's Academy arrived and her parents latched on to the idea that she needed to broaden her horizons.<br/><br/>"You spend too much time reading Lauren. This will be good for you, and it's in Europe!" her mom exclaimed.<br/><br/>Lauren tried to explain that she was happy with her life, but her parents were adamant in their insistence that she accept the Saint Grey invitation. Not wanting to disobey her parents, Lauren reluctantly penned the acceptance letter.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Lauren looked up from her book as her connecting flight taxied into JFK airport in New York. She tucked her iPod into the pocket of her blue jeans and pulled up the hood on her white hoodie over her head, hiding her dirty blonde hair, as she collected her bag and entered the airport. It took her some time, but she finally arrived at the gate for the last leg to Saint Grey.<br/><br/>The first thing Lauren noticed as she boarded the private jet was that she was one of the oldest ones there. The younger children were shouting at each and generally causing mayhem. Lauren shuddered, and found herself a quiet corner near the back of the plane where she could pop in her earbuds and enjoy the rest of her book.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Upon disembarking from the jet, Lauren was glad that she wore her hoodie as it protected her from the wet weather she found herself in. She followed the rest of the students as they made their way towards the terminal and listened to their Australian guide as he explained the sign in procedure.<br/><br/>As they entered the terminal, Lauren's green eyes widened in shock. Standing before her was no human. The woman before them had the shape of human but instead of skin had soft tan fur, a cat like face, and sharp teeth. Lauren was convinced that she was still on the Learjet and that this was all a dream. She pinched herself hard, but didn't wake up, instead she was now surprised and had a bruise forming. Lauren cursed herself for shoving the welcome pamphlet into her bag without reading it. Perhaps then she would have known what she was getting herself into. Then the cougar-woman, Lauren could think of no better drescription, opened her mouth and spoke in a warm purring voice. Lauren still in a state of shock obediently made her way into the girl's line.<br/><br/>"I guess I'm not in Kansas anymore" Lauren whispered to herself.