Room 101 Sounds Like...

[Ryland Yates]

Room 101 sounds like a horror movie Ryland had seen. He didn't think, rather he hoped, that it wasn't like that room in the movie at all. He still had a neutral opinion of the school, and didn't want that to be ruined by a killer room. He knocked first, and without waiting for a reply, he opened the door. It didn't appear that anybody was in at the moment. Truthfully he didn't even know if he had any roommates, but he figured in a school like that, he surely had to have at least one. When he noticed stuff around the room that belonged to someone, it confirmed he had one.

He picked the closest bed he could find to the window and dropped his bags onto it, and then his guitar case. In his old room, his bed had always been right beside the window. One reason was because he liked to sleep beside the window with it cracked open. The only problem now was that he wasn't sure if that would bother his roommate or not. Ry had left a lot of things at home, even though they had given him a few hours to pack. For all he knew, he could have had to walk a long ways, carrying all of his things.

He hadn't ever actually been on an island before. For some reason it was kind of weird, but he loved it. He was surrounded by water, and where there was water, there was likely to be fish. He hoped the people at this school would understand him in some way. Nobody else, aside from his parents, understood his obsession with fish. Although neither did he until he was 10 years old. That was when his parents first talked to him about the transformation. Then he understood why he liked fish so much. It also explained why at least twice a week, they had some type of meal that had fish in it.

"At least the room is nice," he told himself cheerfully.

Ryland wasn't really worried about it being his first day. The first day was sometimes a damper on people's spirits. The only thing that bothered him about the first day had been getting his things to his room and getting settled in. He sat down on the bed and fell back onto it. Didn't they have someone who could help carry their things? It wasn't as if he could go all the way back to California and get the rest of his stuff, so he had to bring it all on his first trip. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out to see who was texting him. His mom, of course.

Just checking to see if you had arrived safely. Let me know!

He grinned and replied. Arrived safely. About to unpack.

He let his cell phone fall from his hands and bounce on the bed. His eyes landed on his luggage and sighed. It wasn't going to unpack by itself.

[Trent Lawson]

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...No one will ever change this A N I M A L I have become...

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Anouther new town and anouther new room... this was not new to the not-so-typical teenage boy. He had been through a lot in his sixteen years, too much to talk about. In a quick run down, he had grown up not knowing his parents very well, not knowing his father at all, then coming home one day and watching his 'father' shoot his mother. After all that, his father shot him, and then the best part, he found out he could turn into a dog! And that pretty much leads up to his reasons for being here. Shifter academy was a place for teens like him. He had never met anouther shifter like himself. It was going to be weird for him. He was still knew to this, and now he was going to be dealing with others like him.

Trent carried his bags down the hallway until he came to room 101- the room he was told was his. He was very intune with his canine senses and he could tell somebody else had been here. As a natural instinct, a growl rose slightly in his throat before he caught himself. He was wearing a black tank top and jeans. The tattoo on his shoulder of the five point star with the paw print in the center was clearly visable. The chain he wore around his neck weighed him down slightly with the weight of his bags. He had no home to return to, so he had to bring everything he owned with him. He sold a lot of his stuff before leaving for the academy, but a lot of it he had to keep.

His soft brown eyes looked at the door handle. After a few moments, he let out a sigh and turned the handle. He didn't worry about knocking. Chocolate orbs quickly scanned the room before falling on anouther guy, around his age it seemed, maybe a little young. Yo. Trent said, not paying the guy much mind. He had never had to share a room with anybody. This was going to be a new experiance for the juvenile- and he just hoped nothing would make him too angry. His anger could get severly out of control, and he lost his better judgement when he was angry.

Be social dipstick. Don't make this kid think your some wacko serial killer in disguise. Trent walked to the only empty bed in the room and plopped his stuff down with a huff of contentment. He popped his shoulders, now free of the pressure. He rolled his head, hearing his neck pop and immediatly feeling that good feeling you get after you pop something. Like ice cream for your body! Trent cleared his throat and spoke up. Hey, I'm Trent. I'm guessing we are room mates? His soft brown eyes looked up to the kid who was staring intently at his baggage. Trent's face was hard, but his eyes soft. He ran a hand through his dark hair and looked back at his stuff, wondering to himself where he would put it all.

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[Ryland Yates]

He saw someone enter out of the corner of his eye, but didn't look up. For some reason he just wanted to stare at his bags. He didn't know why; did he really not want to unpack that badly? Or maybe it was because it made him feel like he was actually that much closer to doing it. That was stupid, he knew that much as soon as the thought crossed his mind. The guy spoke and he finally sat up and turned to look at him.

"Hey man."

Ryland smiled and unzipped one of his bags, pulling the clothes out. They were neatly folded, but it appeared that he was going to have to hang them in the closet. He walked over and turned the handle to the closet door. It open quietly and he found it empty. Except for the hangers in it. He pulled them off the rod and placed them on his bed.

"I'm Ryland. I suppose we are."

He moved to his clothes, placing them on hangars one after the other. Within a few weeks, he would have to buy more. Some of his old clothes that were too big, he had left at home. Ry didn't know what the school was like, so he wasn't sure how much his body would change. Would he be more muscular or not?

"It's kind of a relief to know one of my roommates are new as well. I'm not sure about the other guy."

He gestured to the other guys bed. The only problem he had with sharing a room, was he didn't know anything about the people he shared them with. What if one of them was a bully or something? He was okay with taking care of himself against a bully, but they would be a pain to live with either way. He glanced over at Trent's stuff on his bed and looked around the room.

"I'm guessing that closet over there is empty. You can probably put your clothes there if you're curious."

[Trent Lawson]

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...No one will ever change this A N I M A L I have become...

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The amount of lugge he brought seemed almost ridiculous. But I guess when you had nowhere to go back to, you had to take your stuff. He played with the lock around his neck and he stared intently at his stuff. Half wishing it would unpack itself, half wishing it would just disapeer. Too many rotten memoirs lay within each item he brought with him. His hand clenched around the chain and his teeth gritted together slightly. Just the memory brought back the immediate surge of pain and anger and resent he felt, all in one emotion. He couldn't let his anger get out of control- not yet anyways. He didn't want to possibly get kicked out of the school. This was the only he place he felt normal... accepted...

Trent unzipped the largest suit case he had brought, and opened it up. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked inside. Laying on top of all his clothes was a photo album. Why he had brought it, he didn't know. His entire first fifteen years of his life had been a lie. He knew nothing about who he really was. How could his mother hide it from him? He resisted the anger that was welling up in his eyes as red splotches began to cloud his vision. This was what always happened right before the shift- and he couldn't let that happen. He tightened his grip on the chain, until it hurt his hand just slightly, and he calmed down. He really had no control over his anger. His heart was elevated now and addrenaline pumping. He needed to stop.

He tossed the photo album on the floor, a picture sliding out of it. A picture of him and his mother when he was going into his first day in first grade. Trent knew not to look at it, or he would just get more angry. Trent gave the other guy a quick glance as he announced himself as Ryland. He pulled a few pairs of jeans and through them on the bed. He was never a very tidy person. Heck, he had no mother to correct his ways. Why won't it just burn? He mumbled to himself. His attention turned back to Ryland as he made the comment about him being new as well. Ha, yeah I suppose so. I'm still kinda new to this whole "i'm not the only mutant dog person" out there. Trents voice was slightly gravely. He was slightly uneasy around this guy. He was anouther Shifter like himself, what if he was the psyco murder that would kill him in his sleep? Trent was always on edge around new people. He wasn't scared, he was just aware.

Trent didn't reply to Rylands comment about the closet. He never got along well with guys and needed to get used to it. He was sharing a room with two of them. He just nodded and grabbed the hangers and started throwing jeans on them. One pair of jeans he grabbed was a lighter faded color, and blood stains where visable on them. Trent shuttered as he remembered the night those stains got there. Anger welled up inside him again, but he breathed steadily. One... Two... Three... He had ways of controlling his anger, but when he was mad enough, it was impossible.

Without looking at him, Trent spoke. I know this may sound like a stupid question, but, when did you find out you where a shifter? Where your parents shifters too, or is it just like.. some people have it some people don't? Growing up never knowing this stuff, Trent had to ask somebody. He continued hanging up jeans as he waited.

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[Ryland Yates]

Ryland's eyes landed back on Trent's luggage and he stopped with his clothes for a second. And he had thought that his was bad. Those were the times that he felt bad for complaining at all. When someone had it worse than he did. He started with his clothes again, not being the neatest with them, but trying to make them look okay. He hated hanging up his clothes. It was much easier to fold, but he didn't see a dresser anywhere. He couldn't help but laugh when he heard Trent asking himself why his clothes wouldn't burn.

"I definitely agree. Sometimes I wish mine would burn too."

He loved clothes. Really. But he hated putting them away. And they had to be neat a little, so he had more room. When he emptied his first bag, he tossed it into the bottom of the closet and turned to the second one. It had certain things like his ipod, a few books and magazines, and so on.

"I'm the same way. It's hard to believe so many people can shapeshift." He paused. "Well, I don't shapeshift into a dog."

He began placing them in places he would be able to find them, such as on the nightstand or in the drawer in the nightstand. Ry also had his toothbrush and toothpaste in that bag, and tossed them in the drawer.

"I was 12 when it first happened. I've heard it normally happens at the age of 12 or 13. At the age of ten my parents told me about it, but it really didn't help. I never felt prepared for it."

He remembered exactly how it had happened and how he had felt like it was yesterday. They really hadn't ever said anything that could have prepared him for the shapeshift. But it was so hard to put into words anyways. He continued to recount the memory and then shook his head back to reality. He didn't want to seem like he was ignoring the rest of his question.

"My parents were shapeshifters too. It's supposedly generic."

[Trent Lawson]

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...No one will ever change this A N I M A L I have become...

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He didn't understand why he needed clothes. Why couldn't everyone just run around naked like they did in the begining? I mean, i'm sure Adam and Eve didn't have designer jeans or Abercrombi and Finch. He thought to himself. Letting out anouther sigh he sat down on his bed. He didn't feel like doing this right now- but he wouldn't wanna do it later either. He ran his hands down his face. He wanted to have a little fun. Heck, he just got here and he would have all the time to have fun before he had to unpack. What to do... what to do... first thing on his mind was he wanted to meet some girls. Well, that was always the first thing on his mind- but besides the point...

When Ryland spoke, Trent glanced up at him. He was slightly surprised that the other guy had heard what he said. He had said it pretty quietly. But Trent had a pretty advanced sense of smell and hearing as well. Maybe all shifters did? This was something he was still getting used to, that there where others like him. Trent shuffled through his bag until he pulled out his cell phone. He had nobody to text. When he left here he had virtualy cut off all communications with everybody. Finding out your a mutant human-like-thing really screws with your mind, ya know?

Not a dog? Trent figured there where others, other animals anyways, but he wasn't totaly sure. Oh? Then.. what are you? That was a question he had Never had to ask anybody before and it sounded weird. Like he was talking to an alien. Although he still wasn't quite sure he wasn't an alien. Mustant shifting animals just didn't seem like they belonged on earth. He ran his hand through his scruffy dark hair. Why does he have to make life so freaking diffacult for me? I don't even have any freaking family or a single friend in the world. What did I do to deserve this?

Trent remembered the first time he had shifted. He had no idea what was going on with him. He thought it was a slow painful form of death. Twisting and breaking and growing hair in places hair was never meant to be on a human.. and then the black and white vision. He was scared to death. One parent dead and the other one had killed her then ran off... life was hard for a teenage dog-boy.

Generic? So that means one of my parents where shifters as well... Trent nodded. I didn't shift until I was fourteen. My parents never told me about it, so I really had no idea what was happening. Trent grabbed his phone and stared at the ceiling.

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[Ryland Yates]

Ryland stopped messing with his things to look out the window. Wanting to get out. It wasn't as if he was caged in or anything. He could go outside right that very moment if he wanted to. But he would really regret it when he returned later, to see he hadn't finished unpacking. His fingers tightened around the handle of his guitar case and he carefully slid it under his bed. That was probably the safest place for it. Or maybe the closet.

"I..transform into an eagle."

Trent was the first time he had said it out loud to anybody. Other than his family, that is. It sounded so weird saying it to himself, but it was worse saying it to someone else. He sat down on the bed and laughed as he recalled a memory.

"The first thing I saw when I got to the school was someone transform right before my eyes. It's really weird."

Weird probably wasn't even the word for it, but it would do. He figured they both knew what he really meant. Transforming was normal for most of the students at the school, but he hadn't been there long enough to be able to call it normal just yet. Ry wondered whether there were people there who didn't even like it, even though they've had it for awhile. He stopped smiling when Trent spoke again.

"I remember how I felt and I had a heads up. So I'm sure what you felt was much worse. Even though I first transformed at 12, I've only done it one another time."

Ryland worked on emptying his last bag of stuff, which had a bunch of random stuff in it. He knew it wouldn't be long before he had to get more clothes. They couldn't morph without losing their clothes, unless they found a way to take them off, hide them, and morph. It really sucked, because that meant they would have to buy a lot of clothes, otherwise.

"I really need to get out of here," he told himself. Outside, that is.