Preface

Surreal.

Strictly. Surreal.

In fact, so surreal, I'm about to have a freaking meltdown right in front of my computer screen. Do you want to know why? Of course you do, because now I have you intrigued on why I am about to scream my freaking 15-year-old head off its neck, and have it roll out the door. Because that's how the human brain works, and right now, my human brain is nearing the dangerously close mark to exploding. Why? Because the doorbell just rang, and Manny- my father, clueless of how to take care of a kid when it's mother dies of pneumonia- answers it saying "Hi, Dr. Vanderquill."

And then some crazy Russian guy answers, "Hello, Mr. Xanders."

And me, this pathetic frizzy-haired redhead who has a a zillion freckles, is scrambling to find the scotch tape to to insure my head stays mounted, because my heart beat just went zero to a hundred when I saw who was accompanying 'Dr. Vanderquill'.

Athena Vanderquill, the new creepy girl at Winston High. her extremely long shiny black hair is swept up into a bun, and she's wearing the most revealing dress ever designed. If a hooker had a daughter and they wanted to wear that dress, even the HOOKER would say "heck to the no, 'you crazy girllll?".

Or at least that's how I believe a hooker would sound.

Of course, I've watched Zombieland, and that's the first thing you'd think of when you saw these pasty white sihlouettes of human beings. Armed with whatever could save me for whatever these things are- holy water in a Dasani bottle, a plastic silver Nerf dart, and a pocket knife in my boot- I set off out of my room, head taped to the neck, with a crazy look on my face. The look of a girl who is equipped to kill.

 

Well, kill any mystical creatures that have only been seen on Monster Hunters.