2
I feel like I’m on the verge of a nervous break down. I’m floating through my classes in my own personal hell, waiting for something to happen, for something to scare me out.
I’m making my way to dinner, clutching my huge school bag over my shoulder. Something grabs my shoulder and I scream, a loud, earsplitting shriek.
“My god, Riss.” Chris says. I turn around to face him. My eyes are shooting death lasers at him.
“I have had one terrible day!” I snap at him.
“So just calm down.” Chris told me. His hair falls into his eyes and he flicks it out, his green eyes staring at me. I begin to head back down the stairs and into the Dining Hall. Chris catches up with me.
“I was just checking your ninja skills.” He insists. I glare at him.
“Thanks.” I say coldly and sit at my seat at the Green table.
At the Academy, we’re organized by years and colors. Greens are the second last year. The other greens file in around me and Pippa shoots me a sad face. I grin in return and wait for Janelle’s arrival.
She sweeps in, late, as always.
“Good evening Students.” She said. That is our cue to sit down. Plates of food are passed around as Janelle continues to talk, telling us about upcoming events. A beeper on her hip goes off.
“Áldás, diákok.” She says as a good bye. We mimic her as she dashes off. I look at Pippa, who’s staring at me.
“What was that about?” I ask. Ami and Chris shrug. Pippa seems off in her own little world.
“Hey, Pip.” I say, snapping my fingers in front of her face. Pippa is lost to the world. I eat minuscule bites, my stomach churning. Ami hands me a spoon.
“I thought you should know that you look like crap.” She says. I stare at the spoon. My golden eyes are dull and flat, and I feel like I could see the pimples growing.
“How so very nice.” I tell her dully. Pippa is out of her reverie and shoveling food into her mouth.
“What? Why do you eat so fast?” Ami asked her. Pippa flashes her a dark look.
“Weaponry.” Pip replies, trough a mouthful of half-chewed food. I wince. We have an hour of weaponry and an hour of options.
“What were you daydreaming?” Chris asks. I have forgotten he was right beside me. He is in a ‘quite’ phase. Pippa looks at him, like he has no right to know.
“None of your business.” Pippa snaps. Chris rolls his eyes, about to say something even ruder in return.
“Play nice.” I say lazily. Truth is, I can’t stand their fighting on the best of days and today it feels like little kids fighting over a toy.
I push away my plate and put my head on the table. A glass of water is pushed into my hand. I chug it back without a word, water dripping onto my Hunter tattoo.
We are all born with the Tattoo. It’s a simple red half circle, the other half appearing when we finish our transformation. It’s the only thing that marks us from normal humans.
I rub the tattoo and grab my bag. I’m fully intending to go and begin my weaponry class early. I’m not fast enough because the bell rings and I’m just leading the masses of students.
One stops me, and she’s wearing yellow, the symbol of a first year.
“Larissa Ryans?” She asks. I nod, not wanting to talk. She slips me a note and skips away. I tear open the seal and read over the paper. It’s blank. Instead, an eletric shock races through my blood and I drop the paper. I step back, horrified. I run away, leaving the paper in the dust.

