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In a world where Supernaturals exist, it is only right for them to stay under the radar but not anymore. Arabella is a girl with a heart of gold however, she is as fearless as she can get.
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A R A B E L L A
"You're doing it wrong." Father stopped my actions and I huffed, annoyed that I can never get my actions right. I don't even remember how many times he stopped me.
"You have to be fast, flexible and please— use your brain." He pointed out and I held the urge roll my eyes at this point of time. He showed me the correct way again and I copied.
My hands lurch out, gripping onto the sharp knife and duck down, putting my legs out to sweep off the imaginary person's leg and did a back walkover. Sweat trickling down the sides of my face and fall down onto the concrete as I breathe heavily.
"Bravo Arabella." Father patted my shoulder, his eyes held pride and a small smile played on his lips. Nodding, I return him a satisfied smile and place the knife down on the table.
"Go and take a shower." He ordered and I simply nod, making my way up from the basement. The basement is where me and my father train, he thought me kick boxing and how to handle a knife but I never once touch a gun. Though I know, we can never dodge a bullet if we were to come face to face with a gun.
Padding my way up the stairs, I wipe my sweat from my forehead using the back of my hand. The smell of barbecued chicken wafted up my nostrils and my stomach let out a growl of approval.
"What's cooking?" I cooed at my mother as she started to place the plates on our dining table.
"Your favourite." She shot a quick smirk at me and I squealed like a little kid. My favourite food; barbecue chicken with mashed potato and broccoli— and pink lemonade.
"I'm going to take a quick shower." I yelled as I skipped up the stairs towards my room to take a shower. When I reach my room, I literally run and grab my towel and slam my toilet door shut. Yes— you can absolutely tell that I can't wait to devour those food mother made.
"Oh, my, gosh! This is delicious." I said with my mouth full of chicken and in results, I got smack on the under side from father who was shaking his head in disbelief.
"Where is your manners, Arabella." Mother pointed at me using her fork and I shot her a sheepish grin. Returning my gaze to my plate, I continue to ravish down all of my food. After I was down to the last bit of broccoli, dad cleared his throat and my eyes snap up to mother's hazel orbs. She looked like she had just seen a ghost, her lips pale and all of the colour from her face went down the drain.
Sitting up straight, I place my cutlery down neatly and look at both my parents, who looked like they had something important to say. Shooting my eyebrows up, I waited for them to speak up.
"We got a letter from Dragons Academy." After mother blurt out, I choke on my own saliva so hard that tears started forming at the back of my eye. Snatching my cup of lemonade, I greedily drink it all down and clear my throat.
