The Misfits' Toy

The Misfits' Toy

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Sep 8, 2015
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Paranormal
To say that Ava Jennings is intelligent would be an understatement. Having skipped her Sophomore year, she was enrolled into Bonewraith Boarding School, a prestige educational environment for the gifted and extra gifted. She sees herself as an outlier among her peers. As a misfit. But what about the real Misfits? What about the humanoid creatures with heightened senses and powers Ava before thought to be... illogical? And what about a certain Senior... One she met on a dark night when she thought no one else was around. One that mysteriously vanished before she could even ask his name. Is it possible that these two phenomenons are one in the same?
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(74,890 words) The wind rushed past me as my wings beat against the night sky. I noticed a copse of trees up ahead. I slowed to a stop, talons clutching a low-hanging branch. I looked beyond the trees and a pair of glowing golden eyes met my own. Wolf eyes. My eyes widened in fear as I took off. I dodged the trees in my path, but one branch snapped on my wing. My vision blurred, pain lacing through my wing. I continued to flap my wings, clinging desperately to the notion I would make it out alive. More than one wolf was chasing me, their paws a staccato on the ground. They would catch up. They would devour me. I tried to stay in the air, but the pain was unbearable. I fell to the ground, fluttering down like a dead leaf. I snapped my eyes open. Breathing heavily, I sat up. My room shifted in and out of focus as my eyes adjusted. When I was little, my father always told me that dreams were just my imagination, that people were never chased by wolves, and people certainly could never be birds. Vera Stone is a seventeen-year-old girl who lives in a small Louisiana town by the bayou. Small, boring, where nothing ever happens. Or so she and her friends think. One night the hidden darkness surrounding their town and their lives comes to the surface. Will Vera and her friends figure out the secrets hidden through their town's history before it's too late?

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