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My name is Anna Gillian, and I’m not your average girl. 

Sure, you and I may look exactly alike. We may have the same short lightened brown pigtails and the same eerie blue green eyes. We may even have the same birthday, July 19. And you may be the same age as I am. (Thirteen, in case you’re wondering.)

But I highly doubt that you’re a Child of Cancer like I am, and I highly doubt that you reside in a school smack-dab in the middle of San Francisco, trying to figure out what the heck to do with your life.

As of right now, I want to kill my roommate Nora.

“Anna,” she says in a singsong voice as she waves her hand in front of my face. “Earth to Anna! Do you read me, Gillian, repeat, do you read me?”

I look up at her and smack her hand away. Nora is a Child of Taurus, born on the first of May. She has chocolate brown hair and wears purple glasses over her foggy grey eyes.

“Anna,” Nora’s still waiting for my answer.

“What? Yeah… um, I’m totally paying attention to you,” I assure her.

“I found a-”

The door slams open and I jump out of shock.

"Stars, Anna, it’s just me,” I glance to the door to see Tiffany Parkings, my other roommate. Tiffany has long dark brown hair and eyes to match it. She’s an Aquarius Child, born February 14. 

I shake my head. “Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Who else in going to come in here? One of The Enchantress’ goons?” She mocks.

My right hand automatically flies to my left wrist. Okay, good, I’m wearing my watch. “Don’t say that,” I warn.

Nora raises an eyebrow at me.

“Just drop it, okay?” This comes out harsher than I mean it to. 

Tiff shrugs and takes something out of her bag to show us. I’m not listening, though, I’m drowning. 

Every time someone mentions Her, I flash back and drown in my own memories.

And the worst part?

I can’t tell anyone why.

Cain betrayed me when I was four. I’ll lie to myself, and say I left Pfeiffer Beach because I was too old. But really, it was because my father betrayed me. I don’t even know if he’s alive anymore, and frankly, I don’t want to find out. Oh, and by the way, I never told you that.

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