I stood against my locker thinking about the ghost boy and my dream. "Mom told me I wouldn't see ghosts till I was at least 18." I thought to myself. "Maybe its all the extra genetic engineering? And that dream. i have a pretty good memory... maybe Aunt Lauren would know. I called her and as he phone rang I thought of something I could ask without giving too much away. And just as she picked up I yelled

"THE BASEMENT!"

"Well good morning to you too!"

"I was wondering. Have I ever lived in a house with a basement?"

"Ah, that would have been the old house in Allentown. You were just a tyke. I'm not suprised you don't remember."

"Why wouldn't I remember it?"

"Well Iris you-"

The PA system on her end cut her off, a tiny voice saying, "Dr. Fellows please report to station 3B."

"Well bye then." I said almost to happily.

"It can wait. Is everything okay, Iris?" You sound off."

"Go do your job Lauren."

"Manners sweetheart. I'm picking you up after school. High tea at the Crowne. We'll talk."

Before I could reject the offer like she knew I would she hung up the phone."

I slammed my phone shut and walked to class.

Kari saw me and called me over. I'm not really a friend person but I deal.

I go to an art school because I hope to be an actor or a singer someday. If I succeed and get really famous I'll be protected from any people who come after me. Art schools aren't that different from other schools but I don't really care. I'd rather not go to school at all. Everyone is so happy here and those stupid cliques. I just stay out of it all and stay sane. Or as sane as a geneticly engineered supernatural can be. With almost every single supernatural type fused into your DNA its amazing I'm alive.

In art school your lumped together with many people, where talent seemed to count less than looks, poise, and verbal ability. I try to stay out of the "competition" but people notice me. Not in a good way not in a bad way they just notice me no matter how much I try to stay in the shadows.

"Oh, come on," Miranda said as I rooted through my locker at lunchtime. "He's right over there. Ask him if he's going to the dance. How tough can it be?"

"Leave-" Before beth could cut in I walked over to Brent. Miranda has had tons of boyfriends and when started to hang out with us we all needed to have this guy we liked. When I refused to say there was one she spread a rumor around school that I liked Brent. The school dance was this Friday and Miranda kept bugging me to ask him. I look back at the smirk on her face as she thought I was going to ask him out. I walked up Brent and leaned against his locker.

"Hello Iris."

His eyes brightened when he saw me. How revolting.

I clutched my hands into fist and got really close to his face and his breathing sped up.

"So then you found out I like you huh?"

"Yeah. Lucky Miranda told me maybe we could work."

I smirked and slammed my fist into the palm of my hand.

"Was that a joke? I thought jokes were suppose to be funny!"

I slammed my fist into his face.

"How's that for my answer?"

He held his nose gushing blood.

Broken. I smiled one of my rare smiles. I should've used all my strength knock him out prove how much of a pussy his ass is. I grabbed my tray out of my locker and laughed at my "group's" look of disbelief.

"Oh come on guys you really didn't think I was gonna ask him out? You know I'm a loner!"

I grabbed my lunch box from my locker and slammed it shut. As i walked to lunch. I was about to step through the doors when someone called my name. Nate Bozian.

When he got close he greeted me.

"Hey. Petrie rescheduled for lunch. We're discussing Avantgarde. I know you love art films."

I rolled my eyes.

"I'll wing it. see ya later Nate."

"Don't you want to star in that short? There deciding today."

"Nah I'd rather eat."

"Well hurry and finish your lunch and stop by."

"Fine."

I scarfed down my lunch completely drowning out the loud sounds of the cafeteria my werewolf hearing didn't ever help but I've had practice with Annette's loud screaming.

I raced out of the lunchroom hoping I didn't miss the meet but the auditorium was black. I left the room. Class started in 10 minutes but I wasn't in a hurry so I slowed my step.

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