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Part 2

Misty Catrall woke determined to have a good day. Since she had arrived in Silverlake her life had gone from bad to worse. A single eighteen year old living along with no parents or guardians was hard enough to explain. Especially one who seemed to be independently wealthy as well.

Misty had tired hiding in the shadows and as just about managing. As she got up and went around her daily routine of washing and dressing for school she realised how much she missed having friends. She missed having people to talk to, to hang round with. She missed having a boyfriend to love her.

~Well it's your own fault~, she thought, brushing her long blonde hair. Instead of dressing in black as she usually did, she dressed in white leather pants and a bright green halter-neck top, even adding a bit of makeup.

Feeling bright and cheerful she picked up her book bag and walked out of the boarding house where she was renting a room, and headed for school.

A chevy full of attractive boys honked at her as she got closer to the school building. She recognised some of the faces from the football team.

Misty's memories of her time as a cheerleader came back to her, bringing a smile to her face. How she had loved the popularity, being admired, adored, watched.

~I could have that again~ she thought fleetingly as she made her way to her locker. ~And being in public and watched with no one finding out who you /really/ are?~ her inner voice pointed out harshly.

Misty sighed, pushing the voice away, upset as she knew it was absolutely right. She couldn't be a cheerleader again, not if she was in this town to hide.

"If you know what's good for you, stay away from Locklyn Redfern," a stunning red-haired girl sad coldly, facing Misty almost threateningly close when she turned from her locker.

Misty eyed the girl in confusion. The beautiful redhead had a small group of other pretty girls gathered behind her, all of them looking daggers at Misty.

"Who?" Misty didn't understand.

"Stay away from him, or you'll wish you'd never been born." The redhead smiled nastily, and she and her clique walked off.

Misty stared at them in disbelief, trying to work out what had just happened. She'd never heard of anything so stupidly petty before!

"It's Misty, isn't it?"

Misty turned to the girl who had spoken, opening the locker next to hers. She was small with glossy brown hair, just brushing her shoulders. She wasn't anywhere near as pretty as the redhead and her friends, but her tone was much friendlier.

Misty nodded. "Yeah, who are you?"

"Aislinn Cross," she answered. "Locklyn Redfern was in the Chevy of guys who honked at you before."

"Oh. Then who the hell was that bitch?"

"His girlfriend Emerald Weald. She's not exactly the nicest person in the world."

Misty's laugh was dry. "No, really?" she said sarcastically.

Aislinn smiled. "Most of the time she's all talk." Aislinn closed her locker and walked away.

Misty sighed. Redferns and Wealds. She could have known there'd be Night People here. It had been just too much t o hope that she could have gone to a quiet town and not had to deal with the Night World. No such luck. She'd already pissed off a witch.

Opening her locker again she took out what she needed for that morning, after closing it she turned to find herself facing a third girl. "Now what?" she snapped, annoyed.

This girl was tall and blonde, so gorgeous she could have been an international model or movie star. Her features were exquisite, her sapphire eyes bright as gems. Her figure was to die for, wrapped in a black silk dress that showed off all her curves.

"I know who you are."

Misty stared at her, dumbstruck. Before she could think of anything to say, the girl was gone.

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