Slightly cheated a bit here. This is something I wrote a couple of days ago, but it fits really well with the prompt. I'm missing an element as usual but hope it's ok Chaoticmocha

I pulled my bag higher on my shoulder and made the first few tentative steps inside the familiar interior of boarding school. I walked towards the reception desk which was behind a hatch in the wall. A golden bell sat on the shelf and a single press of the button immediately caught the secretary's attention.
"Hello, welcome to Lincoln Abbey," she said, "Name?",

I cleared my throat and spoke my name clearly "Layla Mae Freeman."

She looked at me through delicate pink spectacles that hung on a chain around her neck. Her fingers moved swiftly as she began to tap, tap, tap on the keyboard of the computer in front of her.

"Layla Mae Freeman?"

I nodded

"It says here you are, part board, and in Derbyshire House. Third-year?"

"Yes, Miss."

I watched as she grabbed a set of keys from a drawer and handed them to me. The keys were attached to a simple split ring, the larger one to my dorm room and the smaller one for my locker. As usual, on my first day back at Lincoln, I was unsure which girls would be in my dorm this year and where on Earth in the huge mansion of a building would my locker be. I signed the register to say that I had arrived at school for the start of term and quickly headed in the direction of the main hall where I was supposed to be.

I walked down the corridor, many familiar sights and scents around me were mixed with a few new ones, but one, in particular, stood out from the rest. I glanced over at the large mahogany double doors that lead to the main hall and could see my friend Natalie running in my direction. A beaming smile on her face. As usual, her minimal makeup was perfect, but I noticed that she wore a little bit more pink lip gloss than usual. I had never seen her look so happy in my life and for a split second, I thought her family had won the lottery (again). As she ran towards me I could see her mobile phone in her hand. She'd broken at least three school rules within the space of a few short seconds. I wondered what her latest boy drama would be.

Instead of spending our Summer Break together staying at each other's houses, Natalie and her family travelled to Manchester visiting relatives. My brother Nathan visited us from uni, which was nice. Mum cooked a huge hog roast with all the trimmings and swimming in gravy, and Nathan impressed Dad with his knowledge of werewolf history. Like most pack's, in the years of early humanity, my family lived wild, closer to wolves than humans.

It was nice to spend the eight weeks with my family, but surprisingly enough, Natalie didn't phone me once, not an email, or a single text. Nothing.

I still felt very weak due to my disastrous transformation the night before, but I still managed to stand and smile.

"Layla! Layla! Layla!" Natalie screamed.

Her screams failed to go unnoticed by the secretary, Mrs Smyth.

"Natalie Richardson, this is a place of learning, not a discotech. BoyzRUs aren't going to come running through the door any second and put on a concert just for you and Miss Freeman."

Natalie grabbed hold of my arms and jumped up and down like an ecstatic yo-yo on steroids. "OMG, OMG this is amazing!" She cried tears of happiness, which left me feeling really confused.

"Ok? Tell me what's happened, has your Stepmother won the lottery again?"

Natalie dragged me into the Main Hall and down the aisle of seats filled with Lincoln Abbey pupils until we found a couple of seats vacant. We sat down on the uncomfortable plastic seats and she showed me her mobile phone. I read the text message, the spelling and grammar were atrocious. "Hi, Babe can't w8 4 HP, hope you're goin'. Will u go wiv me?" I read the text message again, but Nat covered the phone number with her finger.

I knew Nat had a crush on a boy last year, Stuart Tanner; but I could have sworn he and his sister had left the year before. Unless he'd returned then I didn't know who could have sent Natalie the text message. Either Stu was so stu-pid that he'd forgotten how to spell properly or someone was having a prank at my friend's expense.

"Who sent that?."

Natalie looked at me with a rather bewildered expression on her face. She tucked a wave of auburn curls behind her ear and shook her head.

"You'll never guess who it's from?" She teased knowing how much I loathed guessing games.

"Don't tell me," I say, pretending to think about it "Stu Tanner?"

Natalie shook her head.

"Nope, guess again."

Although I hated guessing games, I tried again to think about who could have possibly sent her that message. After a few seconds, I gave up.

"The Nutty Professor?" I replied "come on Nat, put me out of my misery. Who is that from?"

"Fletcher Juddington-Jones!"

My mouth dropped open. I sat there looking like some sort of bizarre goldfish. I couldn't believe Natalie had been so stupid but to give him of all people her mobile number. My stomach churned. Not from the bad chicken from the previous night's transformation hunger run, but at the thought of her and that awful smarmy sleaze bag. I honestly thought Natalie, my best friend Natalie, had better taste in boys than Juddington-Jones.

Excerpt from The Wolves of Lincoln Abbey