"So…my 16 year old cousin has a boyfriend," I repeated for the seventh time as I glanced out the window at the blurry trees. Kat groaned and sat back in her seat, rolling her eyes as she folded her arms. "And he's not human," I added, the most mind blowing part. Excuse me, if I was having a hard time processing anything that was happening around me. Five seconds after I had my first kiss the guy dies, tragically, brutally, gruesomely and heart wrenchingly. I wake up in a stranger's bed with no memory of how I got there. I practically caved in a guys chest and can't stop growling when I'm pissed off and on top of that…my best friend, my sister and cousin failed to disclose the fact that she has a boyfriend that is not human. "I mean, I tell you everything," I said in disbelief. "It wasn't my secret to tell," she said defensively. "Oh, okay. I see that this is the kind of relationship we have worked so hard to build. I guess it wasn't your secret to tell when you spilled the

 "It was her, she did it." "She killed my boyfriend." Those words evaded my hearing as I stared petrified at the twirling chair before me. 'Another bites the dust.' Those were the words sent to my phone, 5 minutes after it happened. He was ***** me and it was working. This was the second time and I didn't feel like having a third. Why was this person targeting me? I am a nobody, a shadow in the corner of the room. A pawn on the chest board. And then again I wasn't, I had stepped out of my corner and became a knight, maybe I should go back to my corner. Maybe I should go back to being a minor piece on the board. "Irrelevant," I whispered softly, suddenly the door opened and a figure walked in. "Kelly Isabella McHale, is it," the person asked. "I'm the sketch artist, who is supposed to

 I inhaled deeply and exhale. I was currently sitting in meditation style, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. In front of me was a board with my symptoms on it. Maybe I was a hybrid of some kind, but there was no supernatural creature that could astral project like I did. No one knew any astral projectors. I sighed. I felt like giving up, hiding away from the world, my family and….friend. I could finally work full time and be attentive in photoshoots. I could be homeschooled. I could be a lot of things. I extended my legs and covered my face. Breathe, Bella, breathe. Frustration will not solve this. I inhaled deeply and resorted to staring blankly at the board. After a while I grew tired of seeing my useless scribblings on it. I jumped to my feet and erased everything. I grabbed the marker and took a step bac

  "Did he just walk right pass us," I said shocked, watching the familiar figure walk to the far side of the room and lean against a wall. "Like we don't even exist," Frost exaggerated glaring at him. "You guys know him," a small voice asked. "How is he even alive," I asked. "I'm not sure he is," Frost trailed off narrowing her eyes. "I don't care who his dad is, I need to have a conversation with him," I said, really having enough surprises. Frost sighed. "He's hosting a party tomorrow but it's by invitation only," she explained. "If your talking about the Privetels Ball, I got an invitation with a plus one," the soft voice said again. I turned and stared at Isaac cautiously. "You would take a total stranger to a ball," I asked. Isaac nodded. I opene

   "Wow," I said as I walked unto one of the most beautiful bridge that I'd ever seen with my naked eyes. The bridge was a magnificent obsidian color, it may have actually been obsidian itself. It gleamed under the sunlight, causing the intricate marks carved into it to seem alive. "How is it possible that I have never been here before," I said simply amazed by beauty of it all. Chris shrugged watching me with a smile. "Not many people come here," he said brusing his hands against the vines on one side of the bridge. The other side had beautiful flowers of all colors and sizes on it. I tilted my head in confusion. "This bridge was built when Black Pond was created," he started. "Rumors say that there was an argument between the two founding families of the town. They originally called it White Lake because of the rumored