Pippa sat at her desk, thinking about that morning.  Her father had come down the stairs of their little cottage, miles away from any other civilization.  "'Morning Pup.  How're you feeling?"  She had just smiled, nerves not letting her speak.  "Are you excited?  Only one more week, and I won't be able to call you Pup anymore."  Excited wasn't the right word.  It would have been more appropriate to say nervous, or scared shittless.  When she was a child, she couldnt wait for her seventeenth birthday, for the day she would become an official member of the pack, but now she realized that she had no idea what to expect once the 15th of October came.  She wasn't ready to give up her life, the one she had faught so hard for.

    "Pippa!"  Helen whispered from the desk beside her.  Pippa turned to look at her best friend.  "Have you seen the new guy?"  She asked in a loud whisper.  She shook her head.  Helen started fanning herself.  Pippa held in a giggle.  Helen was such a guy hound.  She had her eye on a new guy every couple weeks or so, and tried to get Pippa a boyfriend more than once, but she wasn't very interested in a relationship, not with any boy around here anyway.  But she would miss them... she would miss everyone.

    She sighed.  Her father had never understood why Pippa wanted to go to school.  He had thought that it was a useless thing that only took time away from real learning, but when she had turned twelve, she had finally been able to convince her father to let her go, after two years of heated debating.  When Pippa was ten, she had seen a little girl being walked to school by her mother, her little pink backpack with a Barbie print bouncing up and down as she skipped along.  It was then when she had decided that she needed a school life, so she had work on her father, hard.  He never really did approve.  He would definitley jump on the chance to get her out of school as soon as she joined the pack, using an excuse like, "You need to learn how our family works."  She didn't want to leave school, she loved it.  She loved learning new things, even if they'll have nothing to do with her future.  She was a good student, and she would have joined almost all the clubs, if her father would have let her, but that didn't matter.  A week after she joined, she would have to go back to "homeschooling", she would have to leave.

    The bell rang for lunch and Helen grabbed Pippa's arm and pulled her out of the english room.  "Why are you in such a hurry?"  Pippa asked as Helen dodged the people who were flooding through the hallway.  She gave her an evil smirk over her shoulder.

    "You have to see him!  This one is your type, I know he is!  He isn't like any other boy you've seen around here, or anywhere for that matter.  He's gorgeous... and you're more likely to get him then me, you being all sexy and all."  Helen was always saying that.  Pippa had black wavy hair that she had resently cut so that it hung just past her shoulders, green almond eyes, blemish free ivory skin, and nicely proportional body, which she thought looked too fat.  Helen was always trying to get her to let her make Pippa over, but she didn't like makeup.  She had been raised by three men, her father and her two brothers.  Makeup was girly stuff.  "I invited him to sit with us at lunch today."  She wiggled her eyebrows at me.  "He said that i was sweet."  We fallowed the flow of children into the lunch room.  "Okay, we normal people have to buy lunch."  She said, making fun of Pippa's "unnaturally" healthy diet.  She had no ides how bad that stuff was for you.  "I told him where we sit, so he might be there already, but if not he'll be there soon."  She fixed Pippa's hair, smoothing stray hairs into place.  "Break a leg!"  She said as she turned her around and pushed her toward their table.  Pippa sighed and slowly weaved her way through the clusters of people.

    As she left the Lunch room, and entered the outdoor dining room, reserved for upper-classmen, she saw a boy sitting at her table, and her breath caught in her chest.