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Chapter 5

Bree walked into school with freedom on her mind. From her parents, from her brother, and from caring. For a while. She walked up to her new locker and entered the combination lock. The lockers in the school were a ugly, rusty blue color and matched with the off white wallpaper. Posters ran down the hallway with things like, "Support the Spartans!" Or "Join the Mathletes" which no one really reads. The floors were the same color as the wall, except darker because of all the damp shoes stepping in and out of the building. It was the same thing as it was last year and the last 2 years before that.

This year is gonna be boring, Bree thought. As she stepped away from her locker, she saw her friend, Liliila, pronounced "lil-lie-lah" as she liked to say.

I know what your thinking what's up with her name? Well, ironically, that wasn't supposed to be her real name. There's an urban legend behind that. The day she was born, her mother was gonna name her Lilah. That's what she had told the nurse. Turns out the nurse had short term memory loss. So as the nurse was about to write the name of the baby on the certificate, she was struggling to remember what the woman had said. Lala? Leah? Lilacs? Poor woman couldn't even remember what she ate for breakfast. So she created a name, Liliila. That sounds right, the woman thought. She gave the mother of the child the certificate, but her mother was too delusional from the heavy amount of drugs in her system. Not the illegal ones, but the ones that kept her asleep. She didn't even realize the name until she got home. She decided to stick with it.

"Wassup blondie?" She said with a smirk on her face. I smiled. She was one of the only people that could do that to me. Liliila was 5'6, with long glossy black hair, tan skin and dark blue eyes, which were brought out by her. Adventure Time shirt. She wore a leather jacket, knee-high leather boots, and light blue jeans. She was gorgeous, by human standards.

"Nothing much, Lil. Still have a crush on my brother?" As gorgeous as Liliila was, she still couldn't resist the affection of my nerdy brother.

"Shh! He might hear you! I know you vampires and your sensitive hearing." She replied. Oh yeah, did I mention, she knows about me. Well, she does. Wanna know why? She's a werewolf. Ironically, all us supernatural creatures know each other.

"He's not gonna hear me, he's all the way across campus at the gym building."

"Good." She replied, obviously relieved. "Now can we get to class before you give me a heart attack?"

"I'll have to meet you there. I really have to pee."

"You have no shame do you?"

"Nope."