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Jen stood outside the Forbidden. It was dark and shrouded in mist, like something from mum's storys. She swallowed and entered. She didn't want to to have left mum waiting here just because she was scared. Which I am not, of course! she thought, but she knew the truth. She didn't want to wake and thing up so she tried to step around the dead leaves. This plan worked untill she stumbled into a shrub.
Or, was it something else?

Jen blinked. "H-hi." she whispered/spoke. She didn't mean to stumble onto a boy. She thought there were only the honorable ones here who stayed out of trouble. Like the last one she met. She left that with a burnt hand. "I-I didn't mean t-to intrude or anything..." she said, pulling the branches slowly aside.

Jen fell backwards at the anger in his voice. The branches flew back in place as she she shakily stood up. The sudden loud voice in the quiet had made her jump. This school is for scary freaks. What made me even come here? Was it the point that I actually felt I could make friends? Bah, I'm leaving. "I was hopping I could find a trace of my mother," she said, turning around, "But I will continue elsewhere since I bother you so." she started to walk off.

Water churned from the earth around Jen, hopefully pinning him against the tree the boy was standing against. "My mother is not a werewolf, nor vampire, or any of those beast. I am not that way, and I doubt that you should be acting all tough. Besides, who can you gossip to if you have no friends?" she asked not turning around. "Who's to say whether I act that way or not? I wonder if you have friends, or if you do, why your acting stuck-up and mean and tough." sh eturned to look at him, her black eyes twinkling in the dim moonlight. "And I don't think your freakish." she turned again, closing her eyes and started to evaporateinto the soft mist covering the ground.

Jen had re-evaporated, because she had found a puddle. While staring into it, she reviewed what just happened. She was turning into what she thought was one of the stuck-up girls who thought to much of themselves. Heck, she was already half of that. She started to walk of. She didn't like turning into mist. To wet. and stickyish.