Chapter One

Hi, my name is Ren-Eliza Bordelon. Many people usually call me Ren and I actually prefer it that way. Well... I know you came here for a reason. You want to hear a story about Supernatural beings.

My story, which is- girl meets supernatural and supernatural changes said girl's world. So... let's start at the beginning of this fitful story and how I end up in a school filled with Vampires, Witches, Werewolves, and all sorts of other beings.

It was a Friday evening in the month of August. My stepmother had prepared a cheesy pasta for dinner with the use of my help. I didn't mind her much but her presence did have an effect on me. Not the positive kind. I had known her for four years. Seven years ago is when everything changed. My mother disappeared when I was 10. The memories of that day are as still strongly guarded into my memories as if the events occurred yesterday. Funny enough, that's pretty much all I remember from that year. It was a Saturday evening, after all my birthday celebrations.

My mother loved to swim. She would free dive in the ocean so often that she always smelt like it. That night when she left to swim. She didn't return. Dad and I were destroyed. He replaced the love he had for my mother with alcohol. It was a really tough three years for us and then he met Annalise. He replaced his love for alcohol with her. Life definitely became easier with her around. He hasn't touched a bottle since. Nor is alcohol allowed in the house.

"Happy Birthday Rennie!" Annalise held a chocolate cake that was lit up with seventeen candles. She placed it lightly on the table within my proximity. My Father's hand rested on her back. I had plastered a small smile on my face. I didn't want to ruin the day. In all honesty, I hated this day. It has been a drag having to celebrate me on the day my mother disappeared. "It's just Ren," my lips had twitched due to my annoyance. "Oh come on Rennie, it's normal for a Mother to have a nickname for her daughter." Don't snap, do not do it. "But you're not my mother," I inhaled and exhaled a prolonged breath of frustration. "Ren, come on," my Father let out a sigh. "Blow out your candles," I could hear the disappointment in his words. It was very apparent. I did as he asked. I blew out the candles. My arms crossed each other in routine. I was holding onto the last bit of contentment that I had left. "Can I be excused please?" I got up from my seat without waiting for a response. I just couldn't sit there without thinking about my Mother's disappearance.

"I am going to bed. All of this stress is not good for me. I am trying Carter. I've been trying for four years." I overheard Annalise say as I made my way up the stairs. My headphones were the first thing I searched for as I entered my bedroom. I needed something else to fill my mind. I selected the first song that responded to my touch. My back landed just as it was supposed to on my bed. My fingers intertwined while my ribs acted as a support system for my palms. I closed my eyes to barricade a flood of tears. This was kind of a routine on my birthday. Tears and music.

A movie began to form and all I could see was her. She had a mustard, triangle party hat on. Everyone was singing happy birthday to me. Classmates, friends, and family. The song had come to a finish. "Yay!" She giggled and clapped. "Our baby is ten, Carter." She had slid her finger against the frosting of the cake and applied the cream to my nose. "Mom, I'm not a baby anymore!" I remember frowning for less than a second but I couldn't hold it for long because I was too happy in that moment. "Smile!" I could hear my giggles of joy fill the air. Mom and Dad had both kneeled down beside me to match my juvenile height. They wrapped me in their embrace, squishing me with love. I felt warm and safe in their hold. A bright flash and shutter had marked the moment. My eyes opened slowly to a view of my chalky ceiling. I wanted to look for the tangible memories of that day. I remembered it being in a photo album somewhere downstairs.

As I opened my door, my father's tall frame blocked my chance of exit. "We need to talk," I read his lips. He brushed past me to take a seat on my bed. He tapped the spot beside him, indicating I sit next to him. I paused my music and removed my headphones. "I know today is a very hard day an-"

"Do you?" I cut off his sentence with two words that radiated evident pain in my tone. "Because I-" a sigh made its way through my lips. "I told you, I didn't want the cake or the song." I fought the tears believe me but all they did was blur my vision. "I'm not twelve anymore Dad," I patted my cheeks to dry off the tears that had just cascaded down my cheeks. "I don't need any of that right now and I thought you'd understand." Dad placed his arm around my shoulders and held me tightly. My head rested on his shoulder. I closed my eyes in hope of savoring this moment. "I'm sorry Ren. I should've listened to you. I just thought it'd be better to celebrate you today. I know that's what she would've wanted." I removed myself from his shoulders to look at him. "Why are you saying that? As if she's dead. Mom's still alive Dad, I have felt it every day of my life ever since that day."

When her disappearance was investigated they never found any trace of struggle but all of her clothes were found buried in the sand along with her car keys. I honestly get chills thinking about the details but I don't want to believe she's dead or harmed. I wouldn't be able to believe it anyway because she came to me in my dreams many times and it all felt so real. She was always in the ocean, head above water. I remember her telling me she was okay and that she would come back. She was just stuck and was searching for a way back. The dreams stopped right before I turned thirteen. I told Dad but I think he was too intoxicated to remember.

"I know Ren but it's been seven years and she hasn't come back." I expected him to say the exact opposite. "You think she's alive too?" He sighed deeply. "Look," he revealed the photo album that I was looking for. "I was literally looking for that." I grabbed it right out of his hands and opened it to admire our past memories. "Thanks, Dad. It's like you read my mind," I giggled at a Halloween picture of our family. I appeared to be a toddler in the photo. Mom wore a Mermaid costume and held me in her arms. I was Winnie the Pooh and Dad seemed to be a Wizard. He had the black robe, hat, and wand. I flashed my tiny teeth out which made me wonder, how did they get a toddler to smile? "It's been ages since I've looked at these photos," Dad smiled along with me. You could see the bittersweetness in his eyes but the sadness outweighed everything else. "I'm going to leave you to look at the rest," he planted a kiss on my forehead before getting up to leave. "And Ren, be nicer to Annalise. We're all family alright." I chuckled.

"I'm always nice Dad." "Goodnight Ren," I smiled at him. "Night Dad," he finally left my room. I turned to the next page of the photo album and the photograph I was most interested in stared at me. I slid my fingers under the plastic sheet that held the image just to remove it. I held the last memory I had with my Mother. "So beautiful," I caressed her reflection with my thumb. Her skin had a golden glow and her smile held a large amount of power. Her smile was the type of smile that was infectious. If she smiled the entire room would smile with her. That's probably how they got me to smile in that Halloween photo.

I finished looking through the photo album. I had the intention of putting it back downstairs but I was lazy. I decided to go anyway because there were more old photo albums downstairs that I wanted to look at. I stuck my head out the door to check if the coast was clear. I didn't want an awkward encounter with Cathy. I tip-toed past my parent's room. The door wasn't fully closed thus their conversation wasn't concealed. "Did you tell her?" Annalise said. "I couldn't, I'll tell her tomorrow Ann. It's not easy to tell a kid that you're sending them away."

Wait, what?

They want to ship me off somewhere. It didn't sound like I had much of a choice either. An abundance of pent-up emotions began to charge up a negative source within me. Exasperation, despair, and disappointment covered all of my rationality. Every inch of my emotion in my body was on full display and could not be cloaked. I had lived here my entire life, they couldn't do this to me. I had lost all sense and stormed into the room. "You're sending me away?" Both my Father and Annalise were startled by my presence. My Father's gaze dropped down to my feet. He couldn't look at me? I blocked out Annalise, maybe it was her idea. I wanted my Father to tell me I was wrong but he said nothing. "Dad? T-tell me I'm wrong," a tear had made its way down my cheek. A lump formed in my throat. "Ren, calm yourself. " Dad said. It felt like I was being thrown away. "Can we talk about this tomorrow hun," Annalise was all it took to blow my lid off. "Why!" I could feel my emotions bursting out of me.

Everything became blurred due to the overload of tears clouding my vision. Excessive blinking did not clear my vision the way I thought it would. It still felt as if a sheer curtain covered my entire view, the room felt smaller and an intense ringing like never before filled my ears. A weird sensation tickled my fingers. My hands felt like a magnet and the floor another magnet. The ringing in my ears became louder as the force surrounding my fingers began to get stronger. The walls and the ground beneath me quivered. Random objects around the room steadily rose and hovered in the air. While some books from the mini bookshelf next to the bed responded to the unsteady ground and they all cascaded down onto the floor. "Carter what's going on!" Annalise's voice rang with fear. Dad muttered some words and tapped the temple on the side of her head. She was unconscious in a split second.

"Ren, listen to me carefully." He removed himself from the bed and attempted to make his way towards me. He held out his hands as if he were attempting to tame a wild animal. My right palm faced him and the force that was in my fingers stretched out towards him. It slammed him up against the wall in mid-air. The force made sure his back was glued to the wall. It kept him from leaving me. This all felt so familiar and all of the emotions that I expected to feel in this situation like fear and shock never possessed me. "Ren, I need you to put me down. I can help you, sweetheart."

"How?" I responded. All the emotion I had earlier exited my body. It controlled the force that kept the objects in the air and Dad against the wall. "You need to feel all of your emotions Ren. Let them in," the force began to shorten my father's oxygen supply. "I can't," the photo album I held hovered in the air. My mother's smile called me. The corners of my lips lifted in response to her smile.

My fingers inhaled the force back into place just like a yoyo on a string that rolled right back into the hands of its owner. My body was in a physical and mental strain. It felt as if I had been forced to do a wall-sit for ten minutes and now I could finally rest and breathe. Everything I once held was released. The ringing in my ears stopped and so did the control I had over my body. My body fell into a kiss with the floor. I let exhaustion shut the lids of my eyes. Everything darkened.