Post by guest on Feb 26, 2007 20:55:10 GMT -5
It's your first day of high school. Your parents send you off with hugs and kisses. That backpack full of new books to use is making craters in your shoulders. After you step out of the normality of your home you climb onto the bus. And you still don't know anything about what you're getting into.
You make your way to the office. The woman at the desk smiles at you and hands you a list of classes and all that jazz. You thank her and head out of the office and into the hall. Just like your old school, you see the cliques: the goths, the preps, the emos, the nerds, the outcasts, the skaters, and the jocks. You know which of these cliques you belong in, and you plan to sort it all out at lunch.
But as you walk down the hall, they stare at you. All of them. For a split second, and the world resumes its original speed. You don't notice anything at all. The tall, blond girl hanging with the preps has bright, yellow eyes. Two of the goths smile at you, and you don't catch the light glinting off of their fangs. A jock gives you a wave, and you don't see that the back of his hand is abnormally hairy. A skater girl can hear everything you're thinking about them.
It all depends on how you look at it.
You notice, or you don't.
Either way, Vernon High is a different school than what you came from.
The year is 2050, and they've let the supernatural into the school of a small town in the midwest called Vernon.
It all depends on your state of mind.
You make your way to the office. The woman at the desk smiles at you and hands you a list of classes and all that jazz. You thank her and head out of the office and into the hall. Just like your old school, you see the cliques: the goths, the preps, the emos, the nerds, the outcasts, the skaters, and the jocks. You know which of these cliques you belong in, and you plan to sort it all out at lunch.
But as you walk down the hall, they stare at you. All of them. For a split second, and the world resumes its original speed. You don't notice anything at all. The tall, blond girl hanging with the preps has bright, yellow eyes. Two of the goths smile at you, and you don't catch the light glinting off of their fangs. A jock gives you a wave, and you don't see that the back of his hand is abnormally hairy. A skater girl can hear everything you're thinking about them.
It all depends on how you look at it.
You notice, or you don't.
Either way, Vernon High is a different school than what you came from.
The year is 2050, and they've let the supernatural into the school of a small town in the midwest called Vernon.
It all depends on your state of mind.