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Seriously, what are the odds of me, a Filipino-Canadian teen, barely sixteen, becoming a powerful vampyre supreme priestess? Honestly, I have absolutely no clue. But what I do know is that if you have a group of awesome people by your side, it make a whole mother truck load of situations better.
My name’s Alice Sanchez. I’m not really anything special. You could say I’m pretty much, average. Well at least I wasn’t special until I became a vampyre fledgling.
We were at my aunt’s house counting down to the beginning of the new year when this whole mess started.
“Five, four, three, two, one, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!” my whole family screeched as the grandfather clock in my aunt’s living room chimed twelve times signalling that it was officially the start of another wonderful year full of happiness and laughter for my whole family. I had just escaped into the peace an quiet of my aunt’s backyard full of fragrant flowers and plants. In the center of the yard there was a tall apple tree sprouting out of the ground. There were no apples on it because of the cold temperatures. The leaves and apples had been replaced by icicles and frost. The icicles glistened in the moonlight and I felt myself get lost in the shininess of them when someone grabbed me from behind.
What do you think? Should I write more?
