I suddenly remember that they're watching me. So now for the final test. The test of... Birth. Family. Heritage. Whatever you want to call it. My pale hands gently caress the rock, and I press down, soft, yet hard and I shaking in spots only one who has studied for years would know. Then, I hear a rumble. And it's there. Infront of me. The stone.
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ActionIsabelle isn't your normal teenage girl. She doesn't love her parents, she doesn't own a car, and she doesn't go to college, she doesn't live with humans. She can't even see herself in the mirror. She's a a vampire.
