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This is another book I'm writing, though I lost some interest in this one. Please let me know if it's worth continuing!

Dear reader,

If you’re reading this, looking for a happily-ever-after romance, put it down now. This isn’t that kind of story. Once you read this, you will have knowledge of a battle that no one knew about or even took note of. If you don’t believe in the supernatural, enjoy this story of the “fake.” But if you do, you will be shocked at this story. There is so much you don’t know about. This knowledge can be used for good or evil, so you may be in danger right now. Use this knowledge wisely…or something may come after you. Right now, if you are thinking that’s just an empty threat, you have no clue how wrong you are.

This is your last chance to turn back and forget about this book completely. Simply close it and walk away. But if you are sucked in to this story already, strap in for the Ride of Hell.

       ~Nekoda Aurora Nightblade~

          (Student Supernatural)

                 

Chapter 1-

         “Aura dear, it’s time to wake up for school,” I hear my mother’s calming voice say next to me, breaking me from my sleep haze.

I sit up & look over to my left at my mom. Her long, silky brown hair cascaded in soft waves down her back and her light blue eyes shined brighter in the light of my simple room. I smiled gratefully at her and she headed out. I looked around at my practically empty room and sighed. I had a wood floor and blue walls, a bed, a desk with computer, chair, and bedside table. That was it.

I take a short shower and change into clothes. Blue skinny jeans, a purple V-neck, and brown Ugs plus a black leather jacket. Quickly, I brushed out my smooth black hair to its length of lower back, brushed my already white teeth, and smiled at the girl with deep blue eyes staring back at me in the mirror.

With a fast pace, I walk down the hall of the one-story house into the kitchen and smile at my dad. His black hair seems freshly cut and his hazel eyes are focused on the eggs he’s making. I sneak up behind him and whisper in his ear, “Boo.” He jumps and spins around while I chuckle at his horror-struck expression. When he sees me, he relaxes and smiles, pulling me into a bear hug.

“My little girl is turning 17. You are getting old,” he says.

“You’re one to talk old man,” I reply, pulling out of his hug & grabbing an apple.

“See you after school!” I call behind me as I open the front door.

“Bye Hun!” I hear my mom call as my dad says, “See ya sweetheart!”

I walk to the bus stop a few houses down and it rumbles up, puffing exhaust. I cough and climb in.

“Happy Birthday honey,” my bus driver says.

“Thanks Nana,” I say back. She’s been my driver since elementary, so she’s like a second mom to me. I go and sit at the very back of the empty bus, watching it fill up more and more at every stop. I wait for us to arrive at Zoe Barnum High School, Home of the Tasmanian Devils, which has a small amount of around 1,500 students. It’s not too far from my house in Bayview, California, which has 2,399 people, but a little while. I’m 16, well 17 today, and nearing the end of my junior year. It’s April 10^th and we end at very early June or so.

Anyway, the bus finally stopped and I left after everyone, muttering a “see you tomorrow” on my way. When I stepped out, my not-really-friends swarmed and we headed off to class, eyes following us, either with jealousy or want. None of my “friends” knew my birthday because they didn’t care & I think it’s just another year of not dying, what’s so special about that? Only my parents and bus driver knew my birthday.

The first bell rang as I reached my first class and I settled in for a long day of lectures about upcoming tests.

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School went by as usual, boring. Finally, the bell rang to leave. I practically ran out of the building and started my long walk home. Thunder rumbled above me and I looked up to see dark clouds. A car honked to my left just as it started pouring rain. I looked over to see Nate, the school jock and “hottest guy in school”, in his flashy sports car.

“Hey hottie,” he calls out. His brown hair looks perfectly dry and his brown eyes rake over me. He had been stalking me at school for the past month or so and it was getting on my nerves.

“Leave me alone Nate,” I call back, trying not to drown in the water dripping down my face.

“Oh, come on! I know you want this!” he gestures to himself, “Just climb in the car and make your decision!”

“She said to leave her alone,” a deep voice says darkly behind me. I spun around to see a boy around my age with soft brown hair and chestnut colored eyes. He stood about a foot away from me so I spun back around to look at Nate, crossed my arms, and cocked an eyebrow. Next thing I know, Nate’s car peeled out and sped off.

I turned around to thank my savior when a sharp pain stings my shoulder. Faintly, I hear him say, “I’m sorry,” then darkness overtakes me.

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“I think she’s waking up, Jason. Go tell Headmaster while I get her dressed & ready. I’ll text you when we are on our way to the office,” a feminine voice says. I hear footsteps leave; I’m guessing Jason’s.

Slowly, I open my heavy eyelids & look around. It looks like I’m in a plain room with a fireplace, table, chairs, & a couch underneath me. A girl who looks around my age is standing at the end of the couch, near my feet. She has about shoulder-length light brown hair & grayish eyes that seemed like they change between green & blue in color. She smiles at me, practically bouncing.

“Hi! I’m Yuna,” she says/squeals, “Headmaster told me to get you all clean & really pretty, you know? He said it so boring though, like it WAS boring to him. How can it be boring? I LOVE dress-up and makeup!!!”

She took my hand & practically yanked me through a door leading to a bathroom. There was a simple walk-in shower & vanity. Also, there were two towels & a fluffy robe.

“Take a shower, wrap your hair in one towel, dry your body with the other, & wrap yourself in the robe. When you’re done, come back into the room you were just in.”

My body feels numb, empty, but I nod and start doing what she said as she leaves. The hot water feels amazing on my chilled skin & tight muscles. As I put the shampoo & conditioner in my hair, I slowly feel it getting softer & healthier. I step out of the shower after about half an hour, slowly drying off while thinking about everything that’s happened. My parents must be worried sick! After I dried off, I wrapped myself in the robe & walk into the previous room, feeling a little more alive.

Yuna is waiting for me & I smile at her, very slightly. She grins back enthusiastically & practically bounces over to me. She looks me over & squeals lightly. “You have to let me choose your outfit & do your makeup!”

“No makeup,” I say tiredly.

“Ugh. Fine! But I am choosing your outfit.” She skips toward another door, motioning for me to follow. Reluctantly, I do so. Slowly, as if she was trying to surprise me, she opens the door. Inside is a completely white room that’s the size of my bedroom back home, maybe bigger. Home, my heart twinges at the thought.

Anyway, the walls of said room are covered in clothes, shoes, accessories, & makeup. It’s every girls dream. One of many dreams at least. Warily, I watch as Yuna flips through racks & racks of clothing, before finally having an outfit. She lays it out on the makeup table along with a hairbrush & straightener. I send her a look, but she shrugs innocently & says, “You never said anything about your hair.” Quietly, I sigh, knowing she’s right.

I walk over to the table to take a look at my outfit. A purple shirt with ripped sides, black skinny jeans, & gray Ugs. That & the straightener, I could deal with. What I couldn’t, was the lacy red lingerie next to it.

I back away from the table like it’s the plague. “No. Heck no! I am not wearing those,” I say.

Yuna glares lightly at me. “Yes, you are. You said I could pick out your outfit, & I did! Now PUT IT ON!”

I’m stunned. That girl could scream. She comes forward & grabs me by the wrist, dragging me towards a Chinese screen thing, then hands me my outfit. Grumbling, I take off the robe & slide on the undergarments. Just as I’m about to put on the jeans, Yuna shouts, “I wanna see you in that lingerie!”

I yell back, “You like guys, right?”

She sighs, “Of course! Now get out here!”

In any other situation, I wouldn’t. But for some reason, Yuna felt like a sister to me. So, I walk out from behind the screen. Loudly, Yuna squeals & says, “Yes! Perfect! You look so hot! And do NOT take that the wrong way!”

I chuckle, but freeze when the doorknob jiggles. Just as the door opens, I duck behind the screen. Footsteps enter & I flush lightly.

“Jason! What are you doing in here?” Yuna yelps out.

“I came to tell you that Headmaster is waiting. Wait, where’s Ko-Aura?” a deep, masculine voice replies. So this is Jason, I think to myself. I wonder if he’s cute…and why’d he say Ko-Aura? What was he gonna say?

“She’s just behind the screen, relax.” I tune back into their conversation as Yuna responds.

“Well, let me see her!” I peek my head around the screen.

“She is right here, you know,” I say loudly.

Jason turns so quickly, I’m afraid he might get whiplash. His dark brown hair hangs very slightly in front of deep blue eyes, which are the same as mine. As our eyes lock, we click. NOT like boyfriend/girlfriend, but like a brother/sister relationship. He starts toward me, a big smile on his face, but Yuna & I scream, “No!” Instantly, he freezes, looking confused.

“One sec,” I tell him at the same time Yuna says, “She’s in lingerie. Only lingerie.” I flush deeper than before. Thanks Yuna, I think sarcastically as I wrestle into my outfit. What can I say? Skinny jeans are tough. And so is getting a shirt over a towel on your head.

When I’m finally finished, I walk out. Yuna cheers & Jason wolf-whistles. For some reason, I’m comfortable & feel so at home with them. I spin around, posing, & I would have flipped my hair if I could have. Jason comes over & pulls me into a bear hug, laughing.