Aduro Academy of the Supernatural

Chapter 8

I feel bad that I had been ignoring everyone but I am so, so conflicted. So many emotions, part of me wished I never came here. I never felt more alone, though the last few months I spent with my witch side were very lonely. I wondered if they knew and that was the real reason they treated me as they had. I frowned as I walked to archery class after eating lunch alone--again...

I had not talked to my friends since I found out what I was. What kind of person doesn't know what they are?

"Fallon!" I sighed as I came to a stop, it was Midnight. "What the hell? What's wrong? I mean, I know it is a lot to take in but you've had a week to take it in. We all want to know why you're shutting us out?"

"I'm sorry, I just can't believe it! How does one handle something like this, huh?" I raised a brow. I felt anger rise in me causing my eyes to flash gold. Okay, also my moods have been a bit off since that day and I don't understand why it is just now happening...

"We think we got a answer to that," Midnight smirked.

"What? How did you, how did you know it was happening?" I harshly whispered.

"We gave you space but we have been keeping a eye on you, all of us," Midnight gave a small smile. "Kohl saw you take off, after that jock hit on you, he could tell you were struggling so we wanted to find answers but didn't want to involve you until we found them..."

"And what did you find out?"

"We'll meet, outside our dorm hall after classes finish and explain, okay?" I nodded at Midnight and she super speed away.

Realizing I would be late walking, I teleported myself to class. I had as well have skipped the rest of my classes as I could not focus on anything. I enjoyed nearly taking Damon's head off in archery though.

I was so relieved when the day was over and the final bell sounded. I gathered stuff. I paused and sighed as I recalled I had to meet up with everyone, while also considering dodging this chat instead. I decided that I had to hear them out, especially if they have the answers I don't. As I was shoving things into my bag, something shiny fell out. I arched a brow at the trinket I thought I had lost from spite and hatred.

At my feet, laid the charm bracelet my mother gave me farther back than I remembered. It's appearance shocked me because when my mother died, well when my family told me my mother died, I had taken it and disposed of it. Though as I threw it I never wanted to see it again, I found myself missing what had been left of my so called mother after a few weeks had passed.

My heart was racing I took off out the back door, yanking my everyday reminder that my mother is gone from my wrist. I ran and ran until I reached the tall grasses behind my family home. I ignored how little out of breath I was as I brought my arm back and through the bracelet far away.

"Wow," I said, in awe of how far it flew. 

With a sigh, of relief or grief I do not know, and turned to return to my remaining family that had delivered the news. Their eyes quickly fell to my now exposed wrist. My Aunt Demi, for a split second looked concerned, though the look was gone as she spoke, "Fallon, where is your bracelet?"

"It is gone, and I hope I never see it again!"

My words from that day rang in my ears as I stared at the bracelet. Why was it so important for me to have it that my "aunt" hid it in my book bag? Thinking of my fake aunt and all of the others relatives on my mothers side that despised me made me wonder if the real reason they did not like me because they knew I wasn't one of their own. My mother side was all about blood and turns out, I am not their blood.

I shook the thoughts out of my head, well tried. This was how I have been all day everyday since I found out I was not my mother's daughter. I dragged my feet to go meet my friends, I could of teloported but I wasn't ready to face them.