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