I ran up to my room to quickly take a shower before I had to head on out to school. I knew that if I didn't hurry, I would likely miss breakfast and hell have mercy on me if I missed breakfast. The rule in the house was always that if I missed breakfast, I would most definitely not be able to take lunch to school. No breakfast always meant no lunch. Apparently, that was some sort of way for my father to discipline me. I shook my head as the warm steam of the shower brought me back to reality. I got in under the warm jets, allowing the warm water to cascade down my shoulders.
I had no idea whether I should ask my parents about them. Did my parents even know that there were other supernaturals beside us? Were the myths and tales about werewolves, warlocks, and witches, not myths, but realit
