4 My new school gets flood?

"Riviera, time to get up, it's almost time for school.'' Mary-Kate shakes her daughter awake.

Riviera opens one eye then turns away from her mother. "I don't want to go to school."

Mary-Kate sighs before taking a seat on Riviera's bed, "I know that this sudden change has been hard for you but I promise it will only get better."

"You don't know that, you don't have to go through high school,'' Riviera grumbles.

"Trust me, I've had my fair share back in the day. It was hard for me too, my parents moved a lot. I didn't understand why. And the colour of my skin made it hard to fit in anywhere. I was either too dark for the white kids, or too light for the black kids. It was hard for me to fit in until that day I made friends. I'm sure that you will find some common ground with someone, like that boy that surfs.''

Riviera wasn't listening to her mother's rumblings. She got lost somewhere between my parents and moving. That might have been the first time her mother has made a mention of her parents. The grandparents' Riviera never knew. 

You would think that Mary-Kate gave birth to herself with the lack of information she provides about them. It was always Mary-Kate and Riviera. She wasn't so sure she even has a father.

Riviera eventually gets up and gets ready for school.

"Don't you think you should wash your hair? It looks so oily and disgusting, and maybe change that outfit.'' Mary-Kate asks. She made a face, but after seeing the hurt in Riviera's eyes, she changed the subject.

"I'll be carrying you to school today. I need to talk to the administration to get them to give you a little run-through about werewolfism."

Riviera gives no response.

And in true Mary-Kate style, she puts the car in park, checks to see if her caramel colour hair is still perfectly styled in waves down to her shoulders. She smacks her red pouty lips together and looks back at Riviera.

"Want some?'' She passes her the Mac Ruby Woo colour.

Riviera looks away, then gets out of the car.

Mary-Kate does the same. The heels of her red bottoms made soft clicks on the gravelled ground, as she checks herself out in the car's window. She pulls at her blue blazer, adjusted her white undershirt and pats at her black ankle-length pants.

"Are you done yet? I don't want to be late for my first day all because my mother was obsessing over her looks." Riviera rolls her eyes before walking away.

Mary-Kate follows suit, smiling at everyone as she walks beside her daughter.

"Riviera honey, maybe you should put your hair back."

Riviera ignores her mother.

"I don't understand why you wear those clothes. I mean, I picked out an all-new wardrobe for you, this outfit does no justice for you."

Riviera looks down at her all-black attire, a black off-the-shoulder blouse, black leather pants and black combat boots.

"Have you ever stop to think that I have a unique taste, maybe if you stop trying to turn me into you-"

"Don't you dear talk to me like that." Mary-Kate cuts her off, her eyes burning golden.

Riviera rolls her eyes. "I'm not your clone, mom. I have my own style and likes."

Riviera isn't afraid of the little trick her mother does with her eyes. She has gotten used to it by now and even so; she realized that over the short time she has been in Havendale she isn't afraid of the wolves there. All she felt for them was hate.

The more Riviera thinks about it, the angrier she gets. Her body becomes heated from rage, she even swears she sees smoke rising from her now red palms.

The burning becomes more and more intense, making her wish for some water as her throat is dry.

Trying to calm herself, she focuses on the low rumbling sound that gets louder and louder, until there is a loud booming sound and water comes flooding out of the pipes overhead.

It wasn't only coming from just the overhead pipes, but also the bathrooms as well.

"Riviera!" Her mother grabs a hold of her hand and pulls her against a locker, jus in time for a desk to float by.

Someone screams as they are being swept away by the currents.

Mary-Kate looks at Riviera. Something like realization flashes across her face, but she quickly covers it up by forging concern.

"This is so horrible." Mary-Kate watches as another student floats away.

"Can we leave now?" Riviera asks, she is over all the weird things happening. Thinking that if this is what it would be like living in Havendale, then she wants no part of it.

"I'm sure that there is a logical explanation for this," Mary-Kate replies, still holding on for dear life.

Riviera says nothing. She knows that there is no changing her mother's mind.

Soon enough the entire school gets flooded, the pressure breaks a few walls and creates so much damage that everything seems unremarkable.

But of course, a few wolves used their abilities to clean the mess up. The students grumble after being told that classes and school remain the same, and to go about as if nothing happens.

Riviera, on the other hand, is stuck in the office with her mother and the principal. As they gossip about the humans, share similar grounds and forgetting all about her.

She kicks at a fly that lands on the side of the desk, but the sound is louder than she expects and that got their attention. 

The principal clears her throat.

"Oh, yes. I can't believe we went off-topic, I almost forgot why we are here." Mary-Kate laughs.

"No worries, it's been a while since I have had someone to chat with like this. Work has consumed my life. It is not so easy running a school with almost 2000 students. Though I have been doing this for 75 years, I still get a little overbearing." The principal says.

Riviera looks up at her, like really looked at her as if she is seeing a ghost.

The woman before her doesn't look a day over 40, much less older than 75. She then looks at her mother, wondering what her actual age is.

Mary-Kate and the principal exchange a few more words before she hands her Riviera's schedule and told her where to get her textbooks.

"Don't be a stranger now." The principal waves them off. 

When Riviera finally gets to her class, the lesson was already in session and all eyes turn towards her.

"May I help you?" The teacher asks. He adjusts his glasses and puts down the stick he had in hand.

He didn't have a pleasant look on his face. He seems like one of those teachers' that will make your life hell. Give nothing but projects and homework and give you detention for simply breathing the wrong way.

Mary-Kate pushes Riviera forward, "this is my daughter Riviera, she is new here."

The teacher cast his blue eyes on Riviera, pursed his thin lips as if he is trying to determine I she is a troublemaker or not.

His long face gives nothing away, his broad nose flairs as if he is smelling the air.

"Very well, she can take a seat." He waves a hand, then adjusts his brown jacket.

"Oh, and next time, please don't be late. I have a pick for those who are tardy." He goes back to his lesson.

"I'll see you at home." Mary-Kate tries to kiss Riviera on the cheek, but she pulls away and heads for the back of the class.

The time seems to pass by slowly, as Mr. Tiller talks on and on about different phases of the moon.

"Riviera, can you please pay attention?" He says, leaning on his desk.

Riviera's eyes drift back to him. She had realized that her mind had wandered to a different place. She didn't even hear him calling her name three times.

But even after telling her to pay attention, her mind still wanders to something else. She didn't want to be there and wish for something else to happen so they can send her home.

As if some higher being was answering her prayers, the fire alarm goes off.

Sadly, the is no fire and she is stuck in yet another class.