Years passed, and I was now 16 years old. It took eight years for me to pindah 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 menyeberang, salib Academy. I would be part of the hari 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 vampire to live in harmony. I didn't think it would be such a great idea.
It was my first hari there. I was sitting in the Headmaster's...
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