Liz's POV: 

Classes here? Quite fun depending on what you have to do. 

Except for the fact that none of the teachers actually care about what we do. So long as you don't bother them.

Honestly I didn't have much to do. 

All of us were sitting in the class, but I was watching the clock. It had started to get boring as the 'tick'-ing sound of the clock droned in the back of my head. 

I looked over at Zach curiously, seeing him with earbuds in under his hoodie, the hood up to shadow his face as I muffled a snicker. 

He looked over at me, giving a harsh glare. Jeez. 

I turned my head, pretending to pay any kind of attention to this 'lesson' the teacher was trying to tell us about. 

Finally he seemed to realize that no one was actually paying attention and he just waved us all out the door. 'I hadn't seen Moon in a while.. wonder if she's ok.' 

My thoughts roamed wildly as I went down the stairs to the young teenager's room, seeing her asleep on  the bed. 

"Oh this will be fun..." 

(I am SO SORRY for not updating this book in a long time but I had kind of fallen out of actually writing any of my books for a while and I promise I will get back into it soon. But any information for anyone that has been following me and reading my books for a while. I need you guys' advice on whether I should just discontinue Wolf High and keep it up, rewrite the whole story or just delete it completly. I don't know what to do so leave your opinion in the comments! Bye~!)