Well, this is the first chapter of my new story...Who Are You? I hope you like it...let me know if I should continue it in a review. Or PM. Thanks. Enjoy.
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Chapter 1: Explanations
New town. New life. Not aging can cause problem. I have to move every few years so people don't get suspicious about me not aging. The town I moved to is Forks, Washington, U.S.A. One of the rainiest places in the U.S. Fun, fun.
So, why don't I age? I am the last of a race called Harglf's. That means my blood is a mix of 50% human, 20% vampire, 15% werewolf, 5% elf, 5% dragon, and 5% shapeshifter. Quite a mouthful, I know.
My abilities are basically the same as each of those races. With the bonus ability to become a full blood of any one of my many races. I can eat human food, but I need to drink blood every month or so.
What do I look like? In public, I look like any other seventeen year old human. Aside from my orange eyes and short, blue hair. At my house, when I'm alone, I reveal my true self. I have vampire fangs, pointed elf ears, large black dragon wings, and a black wolf tail. Other than that, I look human. My wings are usually folded against my back, other wise I would knock everything over. My tail on the other hand, either lays limp or is flicking back and forth. But, I'm about to go to school, so I have to hide my true self. To do this, I simply pull my extra nonhuman traits back into my body. I know, sounds really weird. But that's how it works.
I got up to get ready for school. I showered, dressed in blue jeans and black t-shirt reads "Beware of monster" with an arrow pointing up at my face, and brushed my teeth. Off to the "amazing, wonderful" Forks High. I was enrolled as a junior there.
I hopped into my blue convertible Mustang and drove to school. The parking lot was about half full when I got to school. Looking at my watch I noted that I had ten minutes before class started. Great, ten minutes of nothing to do.
I walked to my first class, math, fun. I've only taken this class several hundred times. (I'm really 906 years old. But I look 17.) I sat in a desk towards the back than pulled a leather bound book, my dad's journal, from my bag and began to read.
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