Human Again

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Human Again Aug 9, 2014 13:58:15 GMT

Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2014 13:58:15 GMT

High school was shaping up to be one of the most difficult challenges that Malia had ever faced. The woods had been simple compared to the jungle that she now faced, with all of its complex rules and systems. In the wild the rules had been simple, eat or be eaten, survival of the fittest, etc; here however, the rules seemed to be the same but were hidden under double meanings and false words. This was a world of social standings, class grades, and who knew who; essentially the same as survival of the fittest but with oddly human twists. For example, it wasn't shows off strength or power that put a person at the top but who they were friends with or how many parties they were invited to that gave them the highest social standing. It was all very confusing to Malia, who had just about decided that she preferred running about on four legs to attending high school.

Luckily, she had a pack that helped her to gain a fairly decent social standing though Malia had the feeling that she still had a ways to go before she'd be considered anything other than the weak link of the pack. That more than anything worried her, in her experience weak links that were too weak and dragged the pack down were eventually cut off. She, however, was determined not to be cut off and was trying her hardest to blend in with the humans and be a valuable pack member. So far though, she still felt a bit like a replacement, like someone who was trying out for the team but hadn't yet cemented their place on it. From what she gathered from various sources, Kira, the kitsune girl, felt similarly but at least she'd been around for longer. Kira had been a part of the pack while the hunter, Allison Argent, had been but Malia on the other hand had joined officially only after Allison's death. It made her feel a little bit like she was a stand in, like they'd lost one member and had needed to fill that spot and had chosen Malia to do so. What she needed was to prove that she was truly a part of the pack, difficult when they'd all known each other for so long, but she was confident that she could do it.

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Stiles Stilinski
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Human Again Aug 10, 2014 1:46:04 GMT

Post by Stiles Stilinski on Aug 10, 2014 1:46:04 GMT

Human Again

“Hey Malia, you alright?” Stiles asked, keeping his voice barely above a whisper, and poked her lightly in the back.“You were zoning out just then” He had been trying to catch her attention for the past two minutes but nothing had done it. His seat was placed right behind hers so poking her had been quite easy, he just hoped he didn't accidentally anger her or even scare her. Math class wasn't exactly the easiest to understand and he had seen her struggle the past few classes and as such had appointed himself her tutor, both class wise and human wise. Besides, who better to teach her the basics of being human than the only human in the pack?

He knew for a fact that the transition from a coyote to a human was not going to be easy for the young girl who had spent the majority of her life out in the wild and he didn't expect it to be easy, just possible. Impossibly was not a part of his vocabulary and he hoped that it never would be. If he had to spend more sleepless nights to try and help get Malia up to speed, he would. The young girl had suffered her fair share of tragedies, failing high school would not be one of them. The teacher noticed his attention being focused on the were-coyote and rapped her ruler on his desk. It seemed that she had stopped her teaching just to scare him.

“Since you seem to be so focused on something besides math Mr. Stilinski, perhaps you could solve the problem on the board for us.” He knew it wasn't a question, more of a demand and muttering a sure, he went over to the blackboard. Grabbing a piece of chalk, he remembered the last time he had been up in front of a whole classroom and how it had caused him to have a panic attack because he could not read. It hadn't been the easiest experience to get over but he found that keeping an optimistic view, even if faked, was best. Looking at the actual board and seeing the problem for the first time he already knew the answer but showing his work was the part that he was sure the teacher wanted him to do. He quickly factored out the problem and imputed the known value to find x. In a spam of less than a minute he put down the chalk and walked back to his seat.