Hi, I’m Alexia. But everyone calls me Lexi. I’m 15 years old, and I’m in ninth grade at Moonshifter High. Why it’s called Moonshifter High? Simple; It’s a high school for shifters. Told you it was simple. It’s quite a little school though; we have six classes with werewolves, five fox and four werecat classes. Every class is its own pack, complete with Alpha, Beta, and so on and so forth. I’m not exactly an Omega, but I’m not very high ranked. None of my friends are that high ranked actually. Well, maybe Adrien. My Alpha’s name is Trace. His Beta is Helmet, his Gamma Matt and his Delta is Mick. The whole pack can actually be divided into two groups; my group of friends, and the rest of the pack. We don’t really like all that popular-stuff, although sometimes I do wish to be more of a pack, and not just two groups put together. Adrien doesn’t have one single group he hangs out with. He sometimes comes with us, sometimes with the ‘popular’ group in our pack, and sometimes even with some cat shifters. With ‘us’ I mean our group of seven; Eva, Kim, Robin, Chess, Momo, Jules and me. We’re with eight if we count Adrien in too, which we actually always do. We are appreciated in our pack, but we’re not really friends. Yes, I trust them, I like them, but I couldn’t call them my friends.

Now more about me; I like to draw. I often get ideas in real life, which I use and then I turn it into a comic. I also like to write stories. I once read something about writers; “writers are never fully present because they’re always imagining a different version of the way things are happening; imagining the past in a different way, imagining the present in a different way, imagining the future in a different way.” and that’s so true! I not only like to write stories, I also like to just read them. When I read or write, I’m completely stuck in my own world; If someone talks to me, I don’t even hear it. I’m quite insecure, and most of the time, if you ask me my opinion, I say that it doesn’t really matter to me. Which it doesn’t. If it does, I’ll tell you. That’s also something; I don’t lie (to my friends) but, if you don’t ask me, I won’t tell.

I have blond hair -one of my friends even called it gold one time, but I was in fourth grade back then-, and it isn’t straight, it isn’t wavy but it also isn’t curly. Really weird. And I think it’s way too fluffy. It’s quite annoying because Juliet -my best friend- called me cute. I don’t like being called cute. Back to the subject! I have blue eyes, and I think they are really weird; sometimes they are really blue-blue, and the other time they are blue with grey mixed in it. Weird right? Well, it suits me. I’m not exactly tall, but I’m not short either. A few trade-marks; Pants. No skirts or dresses on a normal day of school. I always wear my hair in a braid to the right or something similar, and every time a teacher asks me something in class, my voice fails to come out normally, but more like a squeak or something. Really annoying. I try to never say I hate or love something, since love and hate are pretty big words. I also really don’t like to show weakness or say I’m too scared to do something. Maybe you think it’s stupid, but I just dislike it. I don’t like showing pain, so I try not to. My friends like that; once, they tried to make me show pain (it wasn’t bad, just pinching and such), so it was quite easy being able to keep a poker-face. I like to keep peace in discussions, but sometimes I’m too shy to. And sometimes, when it comes to discussions or helping friends, I’m a little too fierce. Weird huh?