Supernatural Academy (Re-writing)

Supernatural Academy (Re-writing)

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Last published Sun, Jun 9, 2013

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"Most people get to live out their lives, with a next to decent childhood, rebellious teenage years and impending adulthood looming over their heads. This refers to the inadequate species; humans. I say this because I like to draw a line between where we stand in this life and where the entire other race do. 'Inadequate' is a term that only my kind can use to describe the humans, merely because it's true. Supernaturals are superior in every way. Think about how close Supernatural is to superior. It starts with the same five letters. Even nature thinks so." - Justin. 18 years old. Irrationally emotionless. "And this is where you and I differ, I didn't chose this, nor did most of the students here, what makes you so special that you decide whether the human race are below you?" - Blaire. 16 years young. Slightly psychopathic. "Well, why are you here then, at the Academy, if you feel as though you are equal with the human species? Unless of course you feel like you're not. Even to go as far as you being a danger to that entire realm."-Ethan. 17 years old. Manically delirious. "I stand by my statement. I didn't choose this." Supernatural Academy, a mid-world haven that has every young Supernatural spark riveting with some form of emotion that sometimes changes a person completely. A way living in-between both the human and Supernatural world, which in fact, destroys each other in unnecessary and bloodthirsty wars. Blaire's entire life was built around saving those diminishing worlds. It's just that nobody knows it yet. Cover made by BamItsPhillip

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