My life was once normal. I dance and I live. Average, Normal, and dance use to sum up my life until I met him. He told me that I wasn't human, that I was special and that he was too. I believe him because the things he has shown me. Now I will never look at anything. He's is honest and he lives by that rule.

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Nixie is a water demon, and apparently it has just become her job to save her entire race from participating in a war that would destroy everything that she holds dear. Now, that wouldn't be a problem... if it wasn't so difficult. She'd have to work on that. But in the mean time Nixie has her hands full with friends and foes alike, and maybe even something more. Her safety is already on the line, but she has a good chance of succeeding in her mission. She's smart and agile, and has a whole team of experts behind her. It's likely that she'll be fine, unless she happens to get reeled in... [A/N] : Images used for the cover aren't mine, they were found on Google and all rights go to the rightful owners of these images. No copyright infringement intended.

I was getting sweaty. My thick-framed dark blue glasses slipped down the bridge of my nose. I pushed them up and continued to check my watch apprehensively every minute or so. My best friend Lucy King, sitting next to me, threw me a few skeptical and slightly worried glances, most likely thinking about my episode just a few minutes ago. We were both silent; pensive. I stared out the school bus window at the lush green trees and the cars passing by in the lane next to us, trying to distract myself from my previous thoughts. I listened to the sounds they made and noted how they drifted out of my sight idly as if they had no place important to be.