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"Emma you're going to be late for school! Get your butt up right this instant missy, before I let the dogs on you." Kaye Mercer, emma's mother shouted from the kitchen.

Emma was 14, in the 9th grade. Her mother never knew how she could get into highschool with her bad grades, while emma's older brother had dropped out at the grades he had gotten.

She had no idea how it was possible for even her to get through middle school, but she did.

Her ansestor's were the key to her answer, part of them were shapeshifters, while the other half were vampires.

Her satan of a mother was human, while her dad was, well he died before she was even born, so she had no idea what her father was.

"No." Emma whined,groaning as she turned on her stomach, holding her pillow ontop of her head.

Now emma was a diffrent type of girl, without the whole super hearing and strenth as well as her speed and agility, she is labeled as sweet, cute, innocent and delicate to all the highschoolers around the school. Everyone was nice to her, except for only a sparse amount of humans and non-humans. For example, her mean, old busdriver who almost was breaking a record for heavest man alive, he never showered, and isn't nice enough to hold a job. The man was already hanging on a thin thread to unemployment.

Her eyelid's flew open, as she heard shouts like "Get her boys!" and "Rip her to shreds if she doesn't get up in time." Then she heard barking and stomping coming up the stairs in a heartbeat. Emma hated dog's, and they hated her. She only liked wild dogs like wolves and coyotes.

She rolled off her bed, full of flower print pillows, forest print sheets, and alot of stuffed animals. The wallshad pink andwhite stripes, and a goldenline on the bottom. Her room looked of something out of a fairy tail.

She screamed, as she ran across her tile floor slipping every few seconds. She was a rich klutz, slipping across her room to her closet, her room was 400 square feet, which was abot the size of a master bedroom in a rich home. Granted, she was rich and all the rooms in the house were the same. Three floors of the house, she was on the top floor, her brothers room was across from hers, and her mothers room was the second floor which left the basement on the first floor.The dogs lived in the basement, which is probably what made them go crazy in the first place.

The dog's were only a few feet away, Which meant if she didn't get to to door in time she'd be doggy treats.

She yelped. "Oh, crap i'm so dead. Dead, dead, dead!" Emma knew how those dogs were like. Sweetie was a vicous akita, and would bite even a new born baby. Boner was a rottweiler, and he was the worst, he had killed 8 animals in all the 5 years he's been here. At first he was nice, until he went phsyco one day and went on a bloody killing spree. Emma wasn't that scared of him though. Daisy was a slutty pit bull, who got pregnate every month, and when she had the puppies they would always go missing the next day. Emma figured that she killed them for fun. Furthermore, daisy made her spine shiver. They were her mom's personal hell hounds, while her mom was the devil.

"Mom, i'm awake, i'm awake! Keep those killers away from me!" She screamed running into the door, slamming it shut. When the growling,barking and footstepsfinally faded, she relaxed.

'Why can't I live a normal life, like my normal friends do?' She thought, walking to her closet. Her closet was likea smaller room inside her room. She used to have sleepovers, having everyone stay in just the closet. Since she had a flat screen tv in there, her friends didn't seem to mind. Her mom worked for a big company, and they were rich because of it.

Kaye seemed greedy with the money though, and so she left emma to buy her own things. So, emma found a suitable job called babysitting, the children loved her, and she got paid alot. The stuff emma usaually got for christmas was a card that said 'Merry christmas to my #1 daughter!' (more like her only daughter) She would normally get a check for 5, or 10 dollars. Her 21 year old brother would be the one with presents under the tree. Usually it was expensive alcohol, or a 500 dollar check, that was 490 more then what she got.