GENRE: YA Paranormal
The human next to me didn’t notice my pause at the door as I hesitated, preparing myself. Walking through the hallway these days was like heading into battle. And it was all Mindy Monahan’s fault. The bane of my existence in this realm.
“Reagan? You okay?”
I smiled down at my best friend, Bronte Adair. “Yeah, just distracted.”
Then I heard it. That piercing hyena laugh. I nudged Bronte and jerked my head in the direction of the head hyena and her pack.
Bronte stood on tiptoes, trying to spot the terror of our school years. She gave up, muttering, “Sucks to be short. Want to go the other way?” she offered.
“Generous offer but no. I refuse to be intimidated by an airhead who doesn’t know her a** from her elbow.”
I glanced across the hall at Mindy, holding court by the water fountain. Flipping her hair, she said something that made the three Mindy-clones titter. She was the girl who’d gone out of her way to make my life miserable since I’d moved here.
“Reagan, you know she was just trying to get a rise out of you by calling you a witch, right?” Bronte glanced at me.
I rolled my eyes. A witch? Pfft. Witches were human and didn’t usually have much power. I was Fae. We were in tune with nature and the elements, able to heal at amazing rates, and powerful in ways witches could only dream of. I’d totally kick a witch’s butt.