Lorelei's School of Deviltry, Semester One

“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.

“Lilith, stop being so dramatic,” she said in a soothing tone. “You don’t hear Cyrena complaining.”

Of course, she wasn’t complaining. Cyrena despised traditional school, claiming that nobody understood her. Had she forgotten that we were supes? Naturally, no one got us. We had to make the effort. Join the right clubs. Cultivate the right friends. If anyone was clueless, it was my sister. That girl thought everything should be handed to her. Going to a supe school was easier for her—no effort needed.