The Son of Dracula

The Son of Dracula

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"What do you mean I'm not you son?!" I say getting angry. "We took you in when you were two months old." My "mom" say. "No matter what you think we will still be your parents. You can always come to us." My "dad" say. "Your not my parents and you never will be." I was angry I didn't know what to think. My whole life was a lie. "We have something else to tell" The woman who claimed to be my mom says. "What?!" Adrian always thought that he was like any other kids. But what he didn't know was that his parents wasn't his parents. And to make things worse his body is going through a change that nobody can understand. After Adrian left his "parents" house he learned to control his new abilities, goes to a public school, and tries to find his parents. But when he finds them will it be like he expects; will he love them or will he hate them with a burning passion. Book 1
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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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