Prologue: Getting to Me

Fate: A four letter word that scares just about everyone… I guess my question is or was, Why? I was one of those people who thought a person creates their own destiny, and maybe that's still partly true or even completely true. It's just not in White Chapel. I don't think any one can control their fate of becoming a seer, spell caster, mind reader werewolf, or vampire. Now I think I understand why.

It's hard to imagine that I lived in White Chapel my whole life and yet it was only just a little while ago that I discovered the supernatural. I guess I should start from the beginning. I know that seems like the obvious move but hey you've got to start somewhere right?

My twin brother Ethan and I have been attached at the hip since we were born and I don't mean literally. We've never been the type of siblings to fight constantly or get on each other's nerves but we've always been best friends. Ethan's friends on the other hand I was never a big fan. Rory and I were just like actual brother and sister. We fought just like siblings. Rory was just like the annoying little brother I never wanted but I was stuck with. Benny, on the other hand, was my least favorite person in the whole world. I hated him with every fiber of my being. We NEVER stop fighting. I don't think we've even had a civil conversation with each other and that's saying something considering the fact I've know him since I was six.

When I was ten I was accepted into one of the best boarding schools in Canada on a full scholarship. My parents just couldn't say no, although I wish they had. Pride Mill Academy was the worst decision I ever made. "It will help you get into a better college Parker," My parents would say.

It's not that getting into a good college wasn't important to me but I just didn't want to be in a place I felt I didn't belong in. And Pride Mill really can't help me get into the schools I wanted to go into anyway. I'm a drama geek. Always have been and always will be. All I have ever wanted was to be an actress and I'm not talking about stardom or anything like that, I just want to perform and I want the education and training to back it up.

After six years in that hell hole that is Pride Mill Academy, I, Parker Morgan decided that enough was enough. I had two options. I could either beg my parents to get me out of there or I could try and sneak out. Guess which choice I made?