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Sparrow. It somewhat means traveller. My ancestor, he was a Sparrow. Not literally, I'm not a bird. But he liked to travel. He made friends, lots of them. He was apparently good at that. He became known as the 'Friendly Traveller', bringing hope and guidance to those who were lost and really needed it. At one point, there was barely a soul who didn't know Sparrow. He built communities, and a bridge. A bridge between humans and... others. A bridge that my ancestors after him maintained with the Nobles, and the Nobles continued to maintain even after my ancestor was murdered. If I could go back to my 16 year old self and tell her that one day she'd be vampire fending the safety of peace and tranquil among species, she'd probably fan girl a little bit. For hundreds of years the Nobles had protected what my ancestors had built and now some stupid, arrogant vampire with middle-child syndrome was threatening the stability. And, apparently, it was my job to stop it. Great.
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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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