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    I was never the popular type. I was about 12 years old and in 7th grade. I had a ‘C’ average and hoped to do better. Before I could something...unusual happened. I’m Jane Deamonita and this is my story.
    To me a normal school day has constant screaming and teachers getting mad. This day was different. It was the middle of the school year.
    It wasn’t supposed to be windy, yet my jet black hair whipped around me as if there was a fan set on high in front of me. My hair was shoulder length and thinned out. A girl across the isle of the bus said, “Jane, what’s with you today?”
    My silver eyes fixed upon her. I opened my mouth to say “I’m fine” but no words came out. My hand rushed to my mouth, only to find it missing. I felt a burning sensation on my back. I turned and saw two huge wings coming out.
    We have been waiting for you. Finally, you have decided your fate.
    ‘Who was that?’ I thought.
    Who am I? The real question you should be asking is who you are.
    I heard a rumbling in my throat. I didn’t realize what it was until I heard a growl form from it.
    ‘Well, Who am I then?’ I asked the voice in my head.
    That is for you to find out and for me to watch.
    The growl became deeper until it sounded menacing. The voice laughed evilly. I couldn’t remember much after darkness consumed me whole.
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