“Mom, you can’t be serious! Lorelei’s!” I yelled as my mother continued packing my suitcase. I was in my junior year at Falls Creek High, and I had big plans—newspaper, government, and yearbook. My work with Supes and Humans United was paying off. I was the president, and my future as a politician or a journalist looked bright. Attending an academy for entitled supernaturals was a waste of my efforts and could harm all the good I’d done.
My second to last year of high school was supposed to be about having a good time. Attending pep rallies and football games were on my to-do list. Not going to boring lectures with people I didn’t know. What about junior-senior prom? My senior pictures? I was vying for Homecoming queen. Surely, I’d win. It didn’t hurt that I was dating the hottest incubus in school, Austin Cartwright.
“Mom, you’re ruining my life!” I wailed.
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