Rowan
I got accepted by an Academy I didn't apply. They believed that I was a guy because of my name, and now I live with a guy. He's funny and flirty, nothing else. But when I met his best friend, I didn't expect to like him, even though he hates me. I don't know what I did to him except our first meeting, but something else is happening. Students are acting weird and found dead, I have a teacher who is very interested in my life, the mean girls are getting on my nerves, and for the first time, something came to crash my life.
Braxton
School, girls, parties, fame, and a father who is getting on my nerves is my life. I didn't expect the new girl to be in it. She's different from us, and from our first meeting, I wanted to break her for coming into my life. But as time went on, my mind couldn't leave her. But I don't have time for her. Students are being murdered and an evil from the past is back. I tried to push her away, but I didn't expect she would be part of this.
New town. New identity. Same crazy.
I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice )
(cough, cough)
Not!!
I hate it.
I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove.
But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special.
...
DOOR OPENS.
"Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors.
"Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers.
My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor.
I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her.
"Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands.
"Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home.
What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.