Legendary

My name is Regina DiMagia, and no my name does not have enough vowels. I'm the Queen of all Supernaturals, though no one knows this yet. Since I was little, my mom had installed the fear of discovery into me. To avoid too much attention, I usually just look at the ground to avoid eye contact. Not just to avoid you know, death, but people would only stare more if they saw the color of my eyes. Somehow, my eyes are red, black, and grey, all swirled togther. So yes, eluding the spotlight seems to be the best course. So, high school. How can two words bring up so many emotions? How can I describe my love life? It's basically non-existent! Ta-da! So when I found out who my mate was, I almost volunteered to go in the locker. Because, are you ready for this? My mate was Asher Blake. The most popular, handsome, jerkiest, douche you have ever met. And the best part is...he's an Alpha werewolf who has no idea who or what I am. No one can save me now. I startled awake in a cold sweat. This is getting to be a bad habit, my wolf, Lupa stated worriedly. Si, mi amica, my vampire, Pira agreed. Leave the poor girl alone, it's too early for this. Don't you know that when you talk to her, you bother all of us? Ugh. Just let a kitty sleep, my clearly not a morning panther, Tera snapped. "Ugh. Can you guys just not start right now? The day hasn't even started, and you're already bickering like children. You had better be happy I can't physically strangle you guys. You're like an alarm I can't snooze!" I groaned, annoyed that I truly could not shut them out. It's not like I would want to though. They're all I have left, and we may give each other grief, but we mean everything to each other since my mom died. "What should I wear today? It is our first day here..." As annoying as she may be, Tera has some serious style. Out of nowhere like a ghost, my inner sorceress Rega popped up and said, Oh! Wear black leggings! They're so comfy! Noooo! Not again! It's all she wears, and boys always check out her butt! We need to avoid male attention, remember?! my kitsune Vena, always the voice of reason. (not) "Okay! Stop arguing, you guys. I will compromise: black leggings, but with a hoodie big enough to make me a potato. Sound good?" I said, hoping I had appeased all the voices in my head. And yes, there are 5 of them in there. Well, plus me, so 6. It usually leads to quite a migraine, as you would imagine. All parties involved nodded. Ahh. Finally, one decision down, the rest of the day to go. It's only High School, what's the worst that could happen?