The Saint's Academys

We stared down the hallway past all the cliques, the jocks, cheerleaders, geeks, nerds, Latinos, Asians, loners, emo’s, teachers, hall monitors. None dared approach us.

We rule the school, but we are not unjust. Everyone is equal to us. We don’t judge you interfere with your life or invade your privacy unless we suspect you are one of us.

We are not a clique, simply a group. We party, hang, have class and rule the student population together. We keep to ourselves for the most part.

As the youngest of the group the whole school spoils me, including the rest of the group. After all, I am only 214 years old in a week.

My name is Eleanor Leeta Godfrey, and this is my story.

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Not your average girl, but probably the only one for the task. She is smart, kind, sassy, hot, and a castor. Not as in from the family but an actual castor. Not that she knows it.

When she arrives at Saint Anna Academy For The Gifted, she believes it is a boarding school like any other. Boring, plain, and one she will soon be kicked out of. She is soon granted relief from boredom. In the form of a sister and someone else's soul, or is it body?

My name is Miriam Avani Castor, and this is my story.