A/N: i've read a lot of fics on this topic... i had some ideas on it.. so i just made my own! hope ya like it and please drop in a little review for me.

Disclaimer: i sadly don't own darkest powers.

Chapter One

Chloe's POV

I was hanging out with Derek, Simon and Tori outside, when Aunt Lauren said she wanted to see me.

On my way inside, I heard Tori yell mockingly, "Have fun!"

I scowled at her over my shoulder and headed to Aunt Lauren's room.

We'd been on the run for a long time. My friends and I are genetically modified supernaturals. The group of doctors who messed with our DNA - the Edison Group - had been chasing us for a while. But when I released a demi-demon in their labs, the whole operation came tumbling down.

So, we - me, Derek, Simon, Tori, Aunt Lauren, and Kit (Derek and Simon's dad) - have been traveling from motel to motel, hoping that if there were any stray members of the Edison Group, they hadn't found us.

What kind of supernaturals are we, you ask? I'm a necromancer. I can see ghosts, talk to them, raise the dead and all that other creepy death stuff. Derek's a werewolf. When he Changes, he turns into a huge black wolf, but with his same green eyes. Tori's a witch and Simon's a sorcerer. Pretty self-explanatory there.

I reached Aunt Lauren's room and knocked on the door frame. "You wanted to see me?"

She nodded. "Why don't you sit down, hon?"

I sat down on the edge of the bed. "If this is another talk about me and Derek. . . "

"Oh, no, sweetie," she said, though her lips tightened slightly when I mentioned Derek. "I already talked to both of you about that."

I relaxed. "Okay then. So what's this all about?"

"Well," she said, stretching out the 'L'. "Kit and I decided that with the current status on the Edison Group, you're going back to A. R. Gurney."

I stared at her. "W-what?"

Aunt Lauren nodded. "We haven't run into any of them yet, and I don't think we will anytime soon. So we think it's best that you get the normal life every teenager should have."

I nodded slowly, taking it all in. "What you're saying is. . . I'm going back. To school."

"Yes," my aunt confirmed. "But don't worry; Tori, Simon and Derek will be attending with you."

I felt myself release a breath I didn't even realize I was holding. "Great. When do we start?"

"This coming Monday."

Then I realized a little hitch in the plan. "But A. R. Gurney is an art school. How will they fit in to that?"

"They'll just be taking the same classes as you," said Aunt Lauren. "Your classes are multiple grade, after all."

I nodded.

"So don't worry about it, Chloe." She gave my shoulder a comforting squeeze. "Kit and I have handled everything. We told them you were a success at Lyle House and you had some new students coming in with you."

"Okay." I took a deep breath. "I-is that all?"

My aunt smiled at me. "Yes, hon. That's all."

I gave a small smile back and headed back outside. My head was spinning with thoughts of going back to my old school. How would my classmates react?

Probably everyone heard that I'd been wheeled away on a stretcher to a group home for mental kids. They all probably thought that I really had schizophrenia.

As I made my way back to Derek, Simon and Tori, I realized I had a scowl on my face. I wiped it away, but apparently not fast enough.

Derek noticed first. "What happened, Chloe?"

"W-what?" Curse my stutter. "Oh, n-nothing."

He gave me a look. "You're lying."

I ran a hand through my hair. "Really. It's nothing. It's fine. I'm fine."

Derek gave me another look, one that said, We're talking about this later.

Simon and Tori caught on, too.

"Sure, Chloe," Tori chimed in. "But you're telling us all about this. I can tell it's nothing too important or personal, so it must be fine."

"Okay," Simon said. "Tonight. Ten o'clock. Meet in...?"

"Me and Tori's room?" I offered.

He nodded. So did Derek and Tori.

Tori jabbed a finger at me. "You're going to explain. Everything."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Uh-huh."

The rest of the day went by normally; we had lunch, got bored, watched TV, got bored again, had dinner, etc.

I laid on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I thought about school. I was so nervous. Would my friends act the same even when they thought I had schizo? Would my friends still be there?

I glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. 9:59.

I heard Tori on the other bed, doodling on the paper pad of our motel room.

I looked at the clock again. The time switched to ten o'clock, and I heard someone knock softly on our door.

Tori made no move to answer the door, so I ended up getting it.

Simon and Derek stood there, right on time.

I motioned for them to come inside, and I shut the door.

Simon sat on the floor next to Tori's bed, and Derek sat next to me on my bed.

Tori looked at me expectantly. "Well?"

I unconsciously took Derek's hand. It felt easier to tell them when I was holding it though I have no idea why.

I took a deep and shaky breath. Here goes nothing...

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