Lara Grimm is a normal kind of girl. The youngest of two, Lara is constantly pushed by her mother - though not for normal things, like school. No, Lara's mother thinks she should embrace her destiny and become a murderer. Let's just say, Lara disagrees...
Gwen and I were sat in our form room, talking about nothing in particular.
"Lara," Max called from across the room. I turned to him.
"Yeah?" I replied. He came over and Gwen looked at him purposefully.
"Um, I was wonering... Would you go out with me?" he finally spat out.
I smiled sadly. "Max, you know I can't; my mum would go ballistic."
"Oh, okay," he said, obviously disappointed. Max shuffled off, leaving me being glared at by my best friend.
"What?" I asked her, knowing what she was going to say.
"I've met your mum. She wants you to have a boyfriend," Gwen scowled.
"But not one like Max."
"So she wants you to find some chav?" she asked sarcastically.
"Shut up, Gwen," I sighed exasperatedly.
"Lara Grimm, I really don't get you."
No, Gwen, you don't, I thought. She really didn't. She didn't know who I was, what I was. It was right there in my name: Lara Grimm. I was one of the youngest descendants of Jacob Grimm. My family were charged with the responsibility of keeping 'monster' populations down.
We were supposed to be proud of our heritage, but I wasn't. I didn't want to be a monster hunter, a murderer. I'd always wanted to be a scientist, but my mum wouldn't let me - just because of a name.
Gwen didn't know, hardly anybody did. I couldn't let people know. There were a few people who knew though, but only because they weren't human. They knew just from looking at me that I was a Grimm. They also knew that I didn't want to kill them, so they left me alone.
The bell rang and we left the room. I realised I hadn't packed my bag so I hurried to the lockers and opened mine in the middle of the crush of people. I quickly looked through the books, trying to find my French stuff. I eventually found it, but only after everyone had moved off to lessons. I stuffed the books in my rucksack. I closed my locker and jumped at the sight of Seth, a guy from the year above me.
"God, Seth, what do you want?" I asked him.
"Did you kill my dad?" he asked, his voice dangerously low.
He moved closer to me and planted his hands either side of me on the lockers, trapping me. "Did the Grimms kill my dad?" he asked again.
"No!" I hissed quietly.
"Are you sure? Think long and hard before you answer."
"I didn't even know he was dead. I'm so sorry."
"Well, he is. He was found this morning in his bed and Nash instantly assumed foul play on your part. I had to check."
"You know I wouldn't kill him and my mum knows I would hate her forever. And I doubt someone else would come over."
"You promise it wasn't you?"
"I swear on my life," I whispered.
Someone cleared their throat. It was Mr. Jones. Seth lowered his arms and stepped back a bit.
"Don't you think you two should get to class?" he asked.
"We'll talk later," Seth said to me before giving Mr. Jones a dirty look and walking off.
"I hope he wasn't harassing you," said Mr. Jones.
"No, not at all," I responded.
"Make sure he doesn't pressurise you into doing something stupid."
"Oh, no, we're not..." was all I could manage. I just blushed.
"Okay, off to lessons now," he said, obviously not believing me.