The next day, morning was uneventful, especially when compared with what we had just endured the day before. But the school was open, and I was determined to regain some semblance of a normal life again. But somehow, normal school seemed trivial when compared to demon attacks and a cult kidnapping.
Welcome to my world.
"So, when do you want to go shopping for prom dresses?" Michelle asked when I met her in the lunch line.
I looked at her as if she had four heads. "Seriously? After what we've been through, you're worried about the prom?"
She shrugged. "Sure! Why not?"
"How's Micah about this?" I asked, moving up in line. "Do you think he can handle it?"
I knew that he was much better with getting used to being a hybrid, but he had opted to stay out of school for the rest of the year to avoid the temptation. It wasn't so much because of the blood, as the violent tendencies when his temper flared.
