(PROLOGUE)
Chandler found herself pacing the livingroom of her two story house, as her parents
sat calmy on the couch in front of her. "I'm going to school...as in public school?" Chandler was upset, after all, why would you want to be with a bunch of over-dramatic teenagers for eight hours a day? "We think it's best for you, Chan, and Nevaeh agrees with us." Jane said, trying to be as gentle as possible, since she knew Chandler would soon flip out and start screaming. "Be reasonable, Jane, I'm sixty-seven, in a sixteen year olds body, this can't be good. I've been homeschool for over fifty years now, so why school now?!" Chandler felt herself grow angrier as she sat down on the table to calm down a bit. Damien finally joined the conversation, "Sweetie, you be reasonable too, we think it's just best. You can't switch your name everytime you need to be schooled again, and with school you can have the same name." Damien flashed a smile to Chandler, but Chandler gave him an angry expression. "Chan, we love you, that's why we're doing this to you." At that moment, Nevaeh walked up and sat on Damien's lap. "You said Nev agrees, but what does it matter? She's like...twelve!" Chandler was growing more and more upset as the minutes passed, she just couldn't understand why now actually mattered. She didn't want to go through teenage years all over again. "You start tomorrow, and you're a sophmore. I expect you to show up, get A's, and never be late. No detentions, and no trouble. If you get near a student that's bleeding, then run. If you are hungry, go hunting the night before. Those are the rules you shall follow. Oh, and always hide your mark, Chan." Damien had his final word on the subject, and Chandler knew she couldn't argue anymore. "You get to drive a car." Jane added in, with a sweet smile. "A mustang." That smile turned into a grin, making Chandler smile bigger then ever.