The Janine Hathaway story

by MsJanineHathaway

Janine Hathaway, a 17-year-old dhampir who got her life already figure out. But something will go wrong with all of her plans when she met the guy of her match and made the decisions that will change her life forever.

1. The Beginning

THE JANINE HATHAWAY STORY

I stared at the white ceiling. Where am I? I haven't been in this place. I can't actually remember the last place I'm in. I tried to get myself up despite the pain that shot on my left shoulder. Looking around, my eyes went wide…I gasped. Bodies are everywhere. Nurses are rushing from one person to another. Dead…injured, oh my god, I already knew. Something terrible has happened.

CHAPTER 1

"Oh boys", I muttered, as I pass by the hallway. Actually, I would say that I like it, the attention that I get from boys makes me feel good about myself. I'm hard to resist, though I'm a little bit short unlike other girls here, my long auburn hair match with my curvaceous body and gorgeous face makes up for it.

"Janine! ", Alberta shouted, "I've been looking for you everywhere, where did you go?". Her voice was loud and clear that made everyone turn their gazes to us. "Could you keep your voice down? You're drawing too much attention", I exclaimed, I can never be used of being embarrassed every time she talked like this to me. "Oh, didn't you like attention my dear friend? I'm just doing you a favor", she teased, "Not like this kind of attention!" I said. We both laughed. We are always like this, some of our classmates thought that we were fighting sometimes, but basically, this is just us bonding with each other.

We are on our way to our next class when I heard someone shout "Daughter of a bloodwhore! Any plans to follow your mother's footsteps?" and then followed by laughters. I turn around and saw Daniella Ivashkov standing with her friends. "Janine. Let it go", Alberta warned, like she can read what's in my mind. I turned again and walked towards our next class, I regretted it, not being able to defend myself, but I have to control my emotions, I have to prove to all of them that I'm nothing like my mother.

When we arrived for our combat class, as usual, eyes followed me everywhere, fitted shirt helped a lot of course. We have a practical test to day, we were given the names of our "opponent" and we will going to apply the exercise of basic defensive and offensive parrying. I got Kristoff as my opponent. And baby, it's on.