Classroom Hallways: Domino & Ms. Maddox & Clara, Ms. James, Mr. James, and Mr. Reed
Clara chuckled. "Or I'd get a bunch of texts from my parents. Either way, it'd be okay." Her parents didn't need to have in her eyesight as long as they could contact her. It was a habit they'd gotten into when she was very young and spent much of her time at dance lessons.
"Yeah, they're human. I still think of myself as human. Just a human with a deer side now." It hadn't been that long. A couple years versus the rest of her life before the day she was bitten. "Is your mom a were?"