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I sighed, driving my Mustang up to the parking lot of my new school, I was sixteen and had just moved across the country to a small town in South Carolina.

Walking into the school, I was immediately yelled at by one of the voices in my head, whom I called Sivik.

'Why do we have to go to school? I hate people and we know how to count. We're the smartest person in the world based on that alone.' Sivik said.

'Because unlike you, I can't live off ideas and my sanity, and in this day and age, you need a college degree to do anything.' I explained as I was signing up for the school year.

'Fine, but you'd better do all you can to find our mate during this.' He spat, before going to sleep.

The first day of school was Monday, and as I walked into the school, I was immediately laughed at, but it didn't bother me, it had been happening my whole life, well, at least after people found out I wasn't like them, you see, I had grown up in an adoptive family, who moved across the country on money I made, leaving me behind when they found out I was autistic, this all happened when I was thirteen.

Anyways, as I entered the classroom, I was immediately the butt of their jokes, even if they thought I couldn't hear them.

At lunch, I was approached by multiple guys, one of whom was brandishing a metal baseball bat.

"What brings you to our little town?" The guy pretending to be the leader sneered, but I didn't answer, which probably made him madder.

As I was thinking about this, I suddenly got an idea to piss them off when I noticed a pair of combat boots standing behind them.

"So, are you gonna keep hiding the leader of you idiots behind you, or are you gonna introduce me?" I joked, standing up, making me realize that I was taller than them, which allowed me to see the girl standing behind them, who was brandishing brass knuckles.

"A smart one, huh?" The girl said, smiling as she hiked up to me and offered a brass knuckle. "The name's Rose, but you can call me Light."

Sensing her genuine want for friendship, I took the knuckle and looked it over, finding a piece of silver between each spike.

"Oh, that's for the wolves here, wouldn't want them getting too close." She explained as if it made sense, before walking off with her group of idiots.

As I ran my fingers over the knuckle, I noticed an irregular design on it, and when I studied it further, I realized it was a dragon.

'I like her, she's feisty.' Sivik mumbled.

'So that's your type, huh?' I joked, before heading to class.

'No! My type is our mate!' He defended, growling.

'Okay, okay!' I responded, hearing class start.

While I sat in class, every few minutes someone would crack a joke, ranging from senseless humor to pure insults.

After going through the motions of the day, I headed to my new house, a medium-sized, three-bedroom brick shack, with a small kitchen and a bay-windowed living room.

A few hours into my relaxation, I was awoken by a howl not a mile from my house.

Grabbing my rifle, I headed out into my yard, waiting for movement in the woods in front of me. Instead of a wolf, the girl from school walked out of the forest, baring her teeth like a dog.

I lowered my rifle, putting the safety on it, before taking the magazine out of it and setting both on the ground, letting her know I wouldn't shoot her.

"Why're you here?" I asked, keeping my hand near the rifle.

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