Flipping through an album (Selia)

Mala was getting bored again, though her band was still here, and it was awesome. She had so much fun with them, they were terribly fun to hang out with, and a lot of the times funny, and weird. They loved to joke around, and Lazarus often played a prank on Logos, who would often throw Lazarus out a window, though, they were always fine, after all, they were vampires after all, and nothing could really kill them.

She twirled around in circles a moment, then stopped, feeling a little dizzy, then smiled as a song popped in her head. Mad World.

"All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world"

She sang, her voice strong, and loud, often, people looked up, to see the red head girl singing. She stopped singing at the end of the second paragraph, smiling wide, and twirled in circles again. She saw a boy nearby, and stopped spinning, and stood swaying from the dizziness, then, once she regained herself, she walked over slowly. "Hullo." She called.

"Nice to meet you too. I'm Malayia Kane." Mala answered, and sat down on the ground, and glanced at him. She then looked out at the lake, and when she looked back at Zeke, she gaped. Where the boy once sat, now sat Matt Damon. "Holy..." She mumbled, staring, so very confused by all this, and all she could do was stare.

She stared, gaping still, as she watched him morph again, this time, Mala didn't know who the boy had turned into. She hardly knew any actors or actresses of this time, since she had been dead for a while, and was always running and hiding, so had no time for anything it seemed, and especially no time to watch movies or anything, therefore, had no idea who Pamela was.

She stared for a while, not even knowing what to say. What was there? She could say that that was cool, how he could change into different people, but then, she found it a little weird. She had never met anyone who could do that, sides from her, who could change into a werewolf, but that was a natural ability, as she was changed into the creature by another werewolf.

"Wow.... I have never met anyone who could do that, like how you do... its quite odd, I think." She said quietly, and she stared at the woman before her.

Mala stood, as the other did also. She watched the woman, come towards her. Zeke, as he said his name was before he changed into Pamela, grabbed Mala's arm, and then, something snapped inside of her, like something was forcing her to change into something. She tore her arm away from Pamela, and took several steps back. Her eyes widening.

She stared at the other, angry, as she soon transformed. Not into another person, but into a large werewolf. Her fur was mostly gray, but there was some red here and there, like her hair in her real form. The werewolf look fierce, and quite angry. Mala tried to avoid changing into a werewolf, but she couldn't resist right now. Something forced her to change, and she knew it was Zeke who did it. He probably meant for her to change into something else, but it hadn't worked.

The werewolf was hunched over, growling. At least Mala had control over this form also.

People around the lake look up and point to Mala, some may have even screamed. Not many people liked werewolves, and she doubted there were any werewolves at this school besides herself. She snapped her jaws in a fierce way, and glared fiery eyes at Pamela. She was quite angry that the boy had tried changing her into something, but it hadn't worked, and she didn't really have to think about it. Maybe she couldn't be forced to change into anything, except her wolf form.

She took a long step towards Pamela, then stopped once she was close, and she growled again.

"What were you trying to do?" Werewolves, she didn't think, were able to talk, but she has been one for years, over a hundred, and she had managed to say little things most of the time, but when she did, it was hard to make out, just because it was quite deep. She was getting annoyed with this person, if he wasn't a student here, she would have harmed him, just a few cuts, or something. With most people, it was something she would not tolerate.