ALIONA'S POV
One glance at the mirror, and I was satisfied with my look. I brushed my curly hair, and ran my hands through my fringes. Then, I positioned my glasses on the bridge of my nose.
I got out of bed earlier than Aunt Emma to fix breakfast. It was already enough stress working for the Clark's. I didn't want to be more burden to her.
Mystic stirred inside me violently, her blood singing with exhilaration. ‘How about we go for a quick sprint—’
‘No, Mystic not this morning,’ As soon as the words fell out of my mouth, my blood went limp with regret.
She whimpered, and disappeared into the back of my mind. I sighed with resignation, ‘Fine. After school today, we'd definitely have a sprint—’
Mystic reappeared on the surface of my mind, howling with excitement. She was such a
