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In the midst of the War

Hello my humble readers…

This is just a little blurb that leads into the good stuff, it talks about her friends and what not. Just some insight into her world, and by the way her name is Evangeline Marr, Evy for short. The description doesn't really tell you this so I figured I would share my knowledge. Evangeline has powers, she can fight (chapter three), and has a scared birth right passed down from generation to generation. The fairies want her dead, but the vampires want her alive. She is the key to eternal power. This means war, but war means the end of earth. Can Evy save the only home she has ever known or will she perish away at the point of a sword.

The room was filled with the aroma of pizza; I was with Roland and Abby. Just hanging out like every other Friday night, watching old movies.

"So she wants to marry him but is afraid the lord will shun her for leaving the convent." Roland guessed, obviously confused by the movie. I hardly blamed him, it was in Italian, and every other line was sung.

"No, I think she wants to marry him so that she can leave the convent and go home to her sister." Abby informed us. The three of us had been friends since kindergarten, since the day of the orange juice and milk incident. Some people shared their poured our drinks on the teacher's chair. We had grown up since then, but one thing never changed. We were still the biggest bunch of misfits the world had ever seen. Abby was the girl that everyone who didn't know her was afraid of. Having eyebrows and tongue piercing can do that to you. She had long black hair, with blue, red, and green streaks in it, and chalky pale skin. We were the kids who snuck of to the bathroom in fifth grade to try cigarettes and turned on the smoke detectors. Roland was the shy kid who you couldn't really like until you got to know, he had long brown hair and pale skin as well, we came to the conclusion a long time ago that he was an albino. He was one that one might said was emotional, or better yet emo. Then there was me, the misfit among misfits. The girl with normal brown hair and normal green eyes, who wears t-shirts and jeans everyday. Then again, none of my friends weren't human. A knock at my door sent me out of my translucent state.

"Come in." I called out; my mother came walking into the room, my little sister wrapped around her waist.

"Hello, Abby and Roland how are you." My mother asked, as my sister ran over and jumped onto the bed with my friends and me.

"Hello Mrs. Marr." Abby returned the greeting.

"Liddy and I are going to Grandma's for the weekend; you guys will be alright by yourself tonight right?" She asked, my mother raised an eyebrow at me. Of course she knew about my secret, it was genetic, it happened to her and her mother as well.

"I'm fine, besides I'm seventeen mother." I reminded her with a coy smile.

"I'm sorry… goodnight guys." My mother replied, as Liddy jumped of the bed and ran over to her, my mother walked out of the room and closed the door softly. We all turned our attention back to the movie up until the point where we heard the front door close.

"Your Mrs. Mopey today." Abby pointed out, touching the tip of my nose with her finger.

"Sorry, I'm just…" I couldn't lie to them one more time, so I left the sentence hanging. Abby smiled empathetically, and both she and Roland dropped the subject of my depressive mood.