The Last Draft

The Last Draft

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[Highest Ranking in Paranormal: #397] The Royal Britannia Academy is the school of clichés. Meet Adrian Baskerville, your mysterious and handsome hero with the looks of a vampire and the soul of a werewolf, and Guinevere King the it Mean Girl, the fair leader of a Cheerleading squad of zombies. Let's not forget about Jessie Valentine, the resident bad boy with an angelic smile and demonic intentions or Headmistress Rasputin, the shadowy teacher that has always something cooking up in her cauldron. And then there is Augustine Rosemary Evans. She has been the Chosen One, the Saviour and the Doomed but this time she isn't a heroine. Now, she is only a normal teenager with the curse of memories of having lived the same twelve years of her life for six times. To find an answer to all the weirdness Augustine will seek help from the pensive Raj Chaudhry and the eccentric Shaniqua Raksha and investigate the school's biggest secret: The Golden Crown, the school's elite secret society. In a world going topsy-turvy will Augustine and her valid companions be able to find the truth and break free once and for all from the loop they are trapped in? [Updated Weekly]
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Hell Hall

High School. A virtual hell to every pimple covered, greasy haired, knowledge loving kid who walks the halls of the institution. Only a very proud few manage to rise among the ranks to become "the cool kids," snagging the lucky fate of living the best years of their lives up through the twelfth grade. We'll just not tell them what happens after they graduate. In ten years, when the kid the football team swirlied is their boss, they'll realize that it probably would have been better to not be cool when they were teens. But that doesn't matter now. Why you ask? I'll tell you. My name is Bridge, which isn't short for Bridgette, if you were wondering. My parents were assholes when they were younger, I guess. It could have been worse; at least I'm not a piece of fruit or an airline. Unique names can kiss my little undead butt. Oh yeah, that. I'm also dead. No need to apologize—it's not your fault, unless you're the pile of crap who murdered me. If so, could you fill me in on what happened? I'd really like to know how my life ended. The last thing I remember is going out for a milkshake and then, poof! I was here. Where is here, you ask? If you ask any of the adults, it's Harrison's Preparatory Institution for the Gifted and Unknown. If you ask any of the students, it's Hell Hall. That's right, bitches; high school is now back in session.

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