Years passed, and I was now 16 years old. It took eight years for me to di chuyển on a little from the tragedy Dad had told me about. I didn't think I would ever be alright again, emotionally. Dad had enrolled me into vượt qua, cross Academy. I would be part of the ngày Class. Dad had told me the Night Class were all Vampires. When I heard that, my blood boiled. He explained they were good though, but it made no difference to me. That the Headmaster was trying to bring Humans and ma cà rồng to live in harmony. I didn't think it would be such a great idea.
It was my first ngày there. I was sitting in the Headmaster's...
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