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 I walked into my grandmother's study to find my grandma and her favorite maid, Serrie. My grandma looks young to be a queen, but it was the shadow magic. We practically stop aging after 25. Her long black hair so much like mine was pulled back into a braid so it wasn't in her way as she tried to do some work. Serrie was completely different. A tall brunet with bright green eyes and dressed in the shadow gray that was required for all of my grandmother's helpers, looked cheerful for a Thursday afternoon.  I assumed my grandmother was having a cup of tea while she looked over reports. "Princess Shadara! What a pleasant surprise! Would you li

PrincessShadaraDark:  i realy have to stop talking to u when ur hyped on red bull TokioHotelForever:  AND MNT. DEW AND PIXIE STICKS PrincessShadaraDark:  U HAVE PIXIE STICKS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! TokioHotelForever:  *headdesk* TokioHotelForever:   yuuuuuus TokioHotelForever:  the pixie sticks PrincessShadaraDark:  did u save me some? TokioHotelForever:  ummm, lets just say i did... PrincessShadaraDark:  U BUTHEAD! U IS NOT MY FRIEND ANYMORE AND I WILL KILL U TokioHotelForever:  *go cries in a corner* PrincessShadaraDark:  GET OUT OF MR. CORNER! TokioHotelForever:  ITS NOT MR. CORNER, ITS MR. CORNERS TWIN BROTHER, MR. 90 DEGREE ANGLE WA

                  Thinking about my grandmother made the day go by in a blur. In study hall I  drew a picture of Fang so my grandma could tell me if we were related. There was one problem with the picture though. I have this special power to draw other people’s powers without knowing about them. The problem with Fang is that he must have a cloaking power which would let him blend in with his surroundings. All I drew the first time was his outline and the outline of a set of wings. I had to try real hard to draw him without his powers. With the picture done and the school day over I ran to my two story house. My house is a black Victori

“Shadow your dress is absolutely amazing!” “Thanks, Cherrie, and yours is…very…pink…” I laughed as Shadow tried to come up with a complement for Cherrie’s very frilly and very pink dress that we had bought earlier for Prom. Shadow’s had gotten a black halter-top that was sparkly and went down to her knees. Max didn’t like dresses, so she got a light blue tank-top, and a black skirt. “I know RIGHT?!” Cherrie said excitedly Max kicked the back of my seat, “Hey, Pheanyx, why didn’t you get a dress? You’re going to Prom, right?” “I already have a dress.”

I stood in the middle of the gym in my black tank top and shorts with my black tennis shoes looking around. There was only one person missing in this class. “Has anyone seen Kevara?” questioned the Coach. The double doors to the gym opened before anyone could answer. The white haired, blue eyed Kevara stood tipsy with a bottle of beer in her hand. This was her usual state. Her parents were out of town a lot and left the beer in the fridge unattended. Kevara was the queen of parties here in Sark and usually brought beer to a party no matter what you told her. She was always drunk or high so much that the teachers just sent her to