Chapter 1

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 CHAPTER 1


"Mom! I'm leaving" I give myself a once over in the mirror and smile. Thank goodness my hair is staying in place.


    "You look nice" she says, appearing behind me with suspicion clear in her tone.

    "It's a party mom. I didn't even dress up that much," I look down at my black ripped skinny jeans and my lacy gray blouse. It was pretty and light-weight, with short sleeves and the cut ending right above the waistband of my jeans. I'd kept everything else pretty simple, my wing necklace as the only accessory. My natural black curly hair reaching my rib cage. Simple makeup, because I honestly didn't know any better. 

In the mirror against my wall stands a girl who looks like her mother, with the same caramel skin and the same dark hair. She's wearing clothes that fit her frame well and an old long gold necklace in the shape of wings. She stands an entire foot lower than the gorgeous 44-year-old next to her.

    "Oh, but you still look nice" Sena reaches over and hugs me around the shoulders lightly. I stiffen and smile back awkwardly at the sudden show of affection. She releases me hastily.


    Clearing her throat she smooths her sharp grey suit, going straight back to being Dr. Sena Devingne, M.D, winner of the Humphrey Dickens award. "No drinking or drugs. I'll come pick you up at 1, alright?"

I look briefly at the dark eyes of my mother in the mirror and nod, "Yeah. Bye"

    I walk over to the front door and open it just in time to see Andy's car pull up. Sena comes up behind me and holds the door open for me, ever the autocrat. I wave at the girls from the threshold and see waving hands through the windows. Peeking up at my mother for the last time I run across my front lawn to the red Jeep Wrangler.

    "HEY!" they all say in unison, as I slide myself in. 

   They're all quiet for a second.

    "Are we ready for this?" I yell, wanting to be more animated.

    "HELL YEAH" screams Leah from the back of the car, pumping her fists in the air. I laugh at her manly roar and plug my phone into Andy's car. Music starts blasting through the car. I'd had a rough couple of days and tonight I wanted to forget all about it. What with training with Abson, my bipolar and overbearing, mother and keeping my school grades up, you would think I needed to clear my head.

    So with the roof from Andy's old Wrangler off and my music blasting through the highway its pretty much the best car ride I've had in a while. The whole way with that skin crawling (in the good way), adrenaline-high, almost levitating kind of feeling running around my veins. The wind is ruffling my curls into something wild and we are screaming along with the music. My arms are sticking out the car and I feel the wind brushing my skin like silk. Free.

    The trip to Miles Belkin's house is half an hour out of the city and when we finally arrive to the fancy residential area he lives in my hair is a crazy mess. I pat it down with my hands and wait for the girls to finish makeup touch ups. We have to walk a little to get to his house. The street is lit only by the luxurious lighting systems of the manors to our left, they've all got iron gates with intricate designs and flawless gardens. To our right though is quite the opposite scenery, the woods stretch out for what seems like forever. The tree branches spread out like fingers and the navy blue darkness of the night screams wilderness. Only with my night vision would anyone be able to spot the tiny creatures of the night moving within the protection of the forest. The only sound amongst us as we walk at first is the thump of our footsteps. The silence is eerie and the wind smells of... wet dogs?

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