In all the panic I drift off to a panic-driven sleep.
*Monday morning*
The sun rises at 6:00 startling me out of my deep sleep. When I wake up I stretch and yawn. I jump out of bed and run to the bathroom to see if anything had changed like the dream suggested.

Sure enough when I look in the mirror my hair is embers and my wings and dress are still there even though the sun is fully risen.

"No!" I scream. "No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" I run outside to make sure I'm not going crazy. People are out running on the sidewalks, washing their cars, turning on their sprinklers, and just waking up. Sure enough the sun is up and out. People stare at me as they come by, giving me deranged looks.

My hair, in its curly, dark brown with embers everywhere in it, stays perfect when I'm in this form. No need to mess with my hair so I go straight to my teeth. I brush my teeth hard and long trying to stall. After I'm done I burst out the door fluttering along the sidewalk hurriedly.

"Look at that freak." I heard a girl whisper to her friend as I flew by. I roll my eyes and keep going. I pick up pace and get to school in half an hour. Many kids are there already and staring at me.

"What are you looking at?" I say, a bit of fire in my tone. They turn away and head to their class. I palm my forehead, people! Never have I been more irritated. I fly high up in a tree and sit on a thick branch. Scorch marks are left on the tree.

When the first bell rings I fly to the office, getting lost a few times.

"Can we help you?" The two office ladies say in unition without looking up from their computers.

"Umm, I'm the new student. Anna Presly." I say quietly landing on the carpet. The closest office lady looks up and looks startled when she sees me. It takes her a a minute to respond.

"Ahh, yes. Anna Presly. Here is your schedule and here is a pass to give your teachers if you're late."

"Ok, thank you." I say shyly taking the sheets of paper. I flutter out the doorway, heading to room 145. My first hour is Mythological History, made especially for the creatures like me who were forced to go here.

The last bell rings right before I walk in.