This is my first fic, so be gentle please!!!! I don't own any of the original characters from the Covenant.

Enjoy!!

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Prologue

I can't stand my roommate. Kira Snider. The fates could not have possibly dealt me any circumstance more cruel than this. There was almost nothing as bad as Kira. Almost.

The second thing I hate about Spenser. Aaron Abbot. What a jerk. If he died tomorrow, I don't think I would feel any sympathy for him. I would probably mark the day on my calendar and celebrate it with the rest of the yearly holidays.

You are probably wondering as to why I, Amber Pope, hate them so much. I have been Kira's roommate since Freshman year at Spenser Academy. She started out nice enough. In fact, we were pretty good friends. That's when Aaron stepped in.

He caught wind that there were two hot girls in room 213 and he had to come see. Not a week later, Kira was following him around like a little lost puppy. I tried to stop her, but she didn't want to hear it. Aaron found out I was trying to prevent his getting with Kira.

Three days later, a bunch of girls corner me outside of Nicky's. They kicked the crap out of me, and Kira stood there and laughed, standing next to Aaron Abbot.

I hate them. Sophomore year, My chest filled out more, and Aaron noticed. He then started to follow me around like a lost puppy. He's cornered me more than once and tried to feel me up, but one of these guys would always come out of no where and stop him before he could really hurt me.

I had no idea who they were.

After that started happening, I left my dorm less and less. I found myself losing weight from never leaving to get food. I was really pale, from lack of sunlight. I only have two friends. One of them lives in Philadelphia, where I grew up. The other, goes to Spenser with me here, and I have most of my classes with her.

In my Junior year, I finally found out who those guys were, the ones that saved me from Aaron's wandering hands.

The Sons of Ipswich.

I saw them plenty of times in the cafeteria before I became anti-social. I didn't really take them as the popular, stuck up kind, and I guess I was right. They wouldn't have stuck up for me if they were pompous jerks, like the other kids that walked right by me and Aaron without doing anything.

Now I'm sitting in my room in Philadelphia, dreading going back to Spenser Academy for another year. Senior year. With Kira. Yay.

But at least I have my one best friend going with me. Mackenzie Dukes, my life line at Spenser, had stayed with me over the summer. I introduced her to my other best friend, Lacey Royy, my best friend from my Philadelphia elementary school.

The three of us are now inseparable.

Its me and Mickey's last night in Philly, and Lacey is spending the night with us. One last girl fest before we go back to hell for one more school year.

I looked at Lacey. She had natural platinum blond hair that fell beautifully in tight waves, electric green streaks running through her hair. Her hair set off her eyes, which were the same color as the streaks. She was wearing a tight, dark green spaghetti strap tank, and black shorts. I knew her favorite color was green, and it really suited her.

I looked over at Mickey. Naturally, she would have corn yellow hair, but She had died it a deep crimson over the summer, setting off her wood brown eyes. She was wearing a black T-shirt and blood red/black plaid pajama pants. She was curled up in one of my amazing cushy chairs. The chairs were big enough to sleep in, which is exactly what they're used for.

There are five chairs in my room, all different colors: Black, Crimson, Forest Green, Navy Blue, Dark Purple. I was sitting in my favorite one, they Navy Blue chair.

Lacey and Mickey had pulled over their chairs, and now we were all sitting close together. Mickey loved sketching, and she was leaning over her sketch pad with a pencil, hand flying over the paper. She was drawing me and lacey in our chairs.

My chair was right across from the wall length mirror in my room. One of many actually. My room had material draping from the walls. Lots of Blue and Black, and even some grey. Wherever there wasn't material on the walls, there was a mirror of some strange shape.

I looked at the wall -length mirror while Mickey added detail to Lacey's side of the portrait. My usually straight brown hair was now pitch black, electric blue streaking it. It had grown out pretty long, and I could now sit on my hair. My deep blue eyes looked even more shockingly blue right now. I looked down at the hem of my grey wife beater.

I knew my eyes changed depth with my emotions. They tended to become a penetrating blue when I was nervous, anxious, or furiously angry. I shouldn't let my hatred of two stupid preps get me so nervous like this. No one really knew about my 'mood-alert eyes' except Lacey and Mickey. They were the only ones I trusted.

I flicked off a fuzzy that was clinging to my black pajama pants. I stole them off my brother, but I didn't care. Everyone knows, if you have an older brother that is, that their clothes are always way more comfy to sleep in.

They also helped with my anxiety, and they kept away the night mares. I know I'm adopted, but I have also been told that I have a real older brother out there. He turned eighteen recently, but I forget when his birthday is.

The adoption agency told me his name, finally, last week.

Chase Collins.

I sat there wondering if I would ever meet the brother I had never known.

I prayed that he would understand what I'm going through. These weird things that happen. Its almost as if I had some kind of…

Power.