I woke up the next morning and fought the tears as I dressed in a small grey dress. Today wasn't going to be so great. It was adoption day, where a bunch of us "freaks" got adopted by some poor soul. I slipped on my boots and tossed my worn jean vest on over my shoulders. I walked out and bumped into Matthew, who had a large grin on his face. He stared down at me, his eyes gleaming. "Can I help you with something?" I asked rudely. He shook his head and tossed his arm around my shoulders.
"Nothing, Miss Vamp," he said. I shrugged off his arm and glared at him.
"Why do you automatically assume that I'm a vampire?" He shrugged his shoulders.
"Because you showed me your fangs the other day." I rolled my eyes.
"I'm more than JUST some vampire," I replied harshly. He huffed.
"Then what ARE you, Alice?" he asked. I walked away from him, clutching my book at my side, ignoring him. "Alice, hey!" I ignored him, tears burning in my eyes. The last person who had asked me what I was, was in the infirmary, in a coma. I needed to see her. I hurried there, shoving people out of my way. Matthew wasn't backing down though. I could hear him following me. "Alice, hold up!" I pushed passed people and rushed through the door into the infirmary.
I froze when I saw them, all dressed in long black cloaks. They all turned in unison and I felt a chill go down my spine. I started to back up, and heard the door's lock turn. They each tugged their hoods down to reveal their faces and I grasped the knob, silently praying that it would turn, but no such luck. Mariah, the leader of the Witchy Bitches, spoke first, her unruly red hair falling passed her shoulders. "Well if it isn't Alice. What are you doing in here?" she asked harshly. I dug my nails into the palm of my hand , glaring at her as she came closer. The other witches were slowly closing in on me behind her. "This is your fault you know. None of this would've happened if you had just stayed away from Emily." Tears burned my eyes, threatening to fall. "Oh look, girls! Alice is going to cry! What's wrong, Alice? Did you finally figure out that we aren't all some little snack for you to feed on?" I growled, my anger and depression starting to anger me. I hadn't taken my pills yet and I looked up, knowing that my blue eyes were gleaming brightly.
Some of them backed away, but Mariah stood her ground, along with her twin sister, Constance. I tossed my bag to the floor, my rage fueling my strength and power. I felt it coursing through my veins as I stepped closer to them, but they wouldn't back down. Constance stepped forward, pushing her arm out, but her powers wouldn't work on me. Not when I was gaining total control of my powers. The other witches went flying backwards into the wall and Constance went through the window. Glass sprayed around the room, littering the tiled floor. Mariah glared at me and slowly stepped forward, a fireball forming in her hand. She threw it at me and I redirected it back at her. She ducked down and the fire vanished around her. I started to black out, my power completely taking over and that's when I felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around me, pushing me to the ground as a black wind enveloped my vision.
