Luna
Class was finally back under way and as I walk in a hand shoots up.
"Ms. Wenchester, why would you help the vampires? They're horrid creatures. Why not just let that guy kill them?" a girl asks.
I don't know who, but the question catches me off guard. Trinity wheels herself out of class and down the hall.
"What did the vampires do to you?" I ask the girl. "Did they hurt you? Did they hurt someone you know? Have they ever laid a hand on you?"
She's petite with plain brown hair and mud brown eyes. Her eyes pop wide at my questions like she didn't know how to answer them.
"Um," she starts. "um-"
" 'Um', what?" I raise and eye brow.
She begins to stutter. I begin to pace.
"Class?" I turn to look at them but keep pacing. "Din't I tell you the first day I started here that I didn't discriminate?"
"Yes Ms. Wenchester." they chime.
"And didn't I say to Trinity, in front of everyone, that if vampires were willing to work with me i'd be wiling to work with them? That if I could trust them, I didn't see any reason why we couldn't work together?"
"Yes Ms. Wenchester." they agreed.
"So why would you ask me a question like that?" I look at the girl who started this.
If I remember correctly, her name was Michelle.
"Because they're vampires!" she blurts.
"And what about vampires?" I ask. "They're stronger than us and they live longer us, but that's the only thing that separates us from one another."
"They kill people!" she frowns.
"So do humans." I shrug.
"But everyone says-"
"What everybody else says is wrong." I interrupt. "What do you say?"
"I say that all vampires are scum!" she answered.
"Well then answer me this." I say. "Out of all of the vampires you know in this school, have they ever raised a hand to you?"
She pauses and then answers, "No."
"Have they ever turned on you they way you and others in the school are turning on them?" I ask and look around the room.
She bites her lip nervously. "No."
"And when you found out they were vampires, what changed about them?" I looked around at the rest of the students. "Did they walk differently or talk differently? Did they stop acting like the person you or anyone in this school thought they were?"
"No." she sighed as other kids in class shook their heads.
"Then why do you treat them like they've done something wrong just because of what they are? I saw the way you all looked at Trinity, and I know for a fact that most of the people in here were friends with her." I lean against my desk.
No one in class has anything to say, and before anyone gets the chance I hear a scream and shoot out of the classroom towards the noise. I find Trinity on the ground out of the wheelchair and Steve being knocked out. There was a group of kids surrounding them and I didn't like what I was seeing.
"Hey!" I run towards them.
They all look up, see me, and begin running off. I would've chased after all of those little punks and kicked their butts, but I was more concerned about the kids laying in front of me. I'd seen all of their faces, so there was no way in hell they were getting away with this.
