Twenty past. Late. Not too late, but enough to keep up my unwilling charade. I sidled up to the boat, and the teacher looked at me.
"Late Shane. Come on, I know you don't want to go, but at least make an effort." I shrug. "And how are you planning to hide those eyes of yours?" I wave the black sunglasses in her face and hiss with annoyance. "Don't you take that tone with me young lady, just because your older than the rest doesn't mean you can get away with it. And just you remember not to wear any of those backless tops you like so much."
"Head said I can because the humans will think it's a tatoo."
"Well, I suppose if Head says so then you may."
I climb past her on to the boat and curl myself up in the corner. Looking round I realised I had the best chance out of all of us of blending in. All I had to hide was my eyes and the jagged black line down the centre of my back that told all of the island inhabitants that I was part snake. Head was right though. The humans would probably think it was just one of their tatoo's, and the eyes were easy to hide, as long as no-one saw the black eyes with even darker slitted pupils that were my favourite feature.
I grinned to myself. This trip might be fun after all. The grin disappeared as soon as it had come. My one other snake feature, the incredible sense of smell, sniffed out the rabbit boy Harper. Sometimes the snake part in me wanted to kill that boy, strangle every last living breath out of him until he shrieked and his bones cracked. Niccccceeee, I hissed. This is where my reputation as a loner had come from. I didn't want to be, but I had to keep in check. More's the shame.