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    A little about WOHS (We're Only High Schoolers)



    WOHS is a story about a group of friends that must find their way through the chaos and drama that is high school while still learning to laugh and grow. In the world of Whithrown, there are mages and priestess, werewolves and demons, the Magistrate and the Immortals, but most importantly, there are high schoolers. In a world where magic reigns, education is still a obligation.

    Adelaide is only a high schooler. Young and ambitious, Adelaide does not want tot great things; she wants to do revolutionary things. Yet, in an unfair world ruled with magic, a high schooler can only do so much. While still trying to control her outrageous powers, Adelaide must also pass her history test. Not to mention avoiding the dangerous gangs that roam the school grounds, try not to make a fool out of herself in front of the guy she likes, and help her friends save their world. Oh, what’s a girl to do?

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    Prologue



    A tuft of blonde hair peaked out from under the covers piled on the small bed. Even though it was shoved into the far corner in the small room, light still enveloped the futon, outlining the feminine figure beneath. Now and then the tumble of wavy strands would rustle as the girl shifted and rolled beneath the blankets to try and soak up the heat while avoiding the obnoxious rays of sunlight flitting through the shabby curtains.

    When an alarm rang through the air, the girl beneath groaned in annoyance and turned over, wrapping the blankets around her head.

    “Good morning, Adelaide. It is time to awaken. Calendar Event: First Day of School. Preparation Needed. Time: 5:30.”

    Again the figure groaned and threw a pillow across the room in no particular direction. As the pillow hit the wall, a computerized masculine laugh drifted through the air.

    “Intended target missed, again. Score now: Adelaide: Zero Points, Quinn: Eighty-Six Points.”

    “Go away, Quinn!” the girl moaned tiredly as she rolled over.

    The masculine voice replied with a chuckle, “You must acknowledge that your aim is all but impeccable in the morning.”

    “I don’t even want to be awake during the morning, thank you very much!” Adelaide replied unpleasantly.

    “It is inevitable that you must awake. Otherwise, you shall be late!” the computer persisted.

    “But I don’t have to be at the station until 7:30!”

    All of a sudden the alarm became like a shrill siren.

    “Fine, fine. I am up!”

    Adelaide rolled over on her bed only to fall face first onto the hard concrete floor. As she sat up rubbing her sore cheek, she glowered at the glowing paper thin blue screen in which the laughter of Quinn’s mechanical voice came.

    “I owe you for that Quinn!”


    For the next thirty minutes, Adelaide drug her sluggish body around her apartment, preparing herself for her first day at Serenade-Ridge High School. When she stood in the doorway of her room, fully dressed with baggage in tow, she had no idea how she got there. She had been so exhausted that she hadn’t even acknowledged that she had been bathing until the water became cold.

    Presently she stood in front of her full figure mirror examining herself to make sure she looked appropriate and that everything was in place. As her clear green eyes roamed over her figure, she took in all the places where she had a little extra meat or where a fold in her shirt made her look larger than she really was. Adelaide was self-conscious of both of these as she nervously tucked a hair behind her ear and gathered her tote bag before heading toward the door.





    Adelaide could barely breathe as she stood in front of the intricate mahogany doors that opened into a whole new world called high school. All around her students were walking, conversing, laughing but all Adelaide could focus on was trying to take in more oxygen. Her nerves were taut as her hands unconsciously tried to smooth out the folds of her uniform or wring the straps of her tote bag.

    Taking a deep breath, she placed one foot on the first step that lead up to the massive doors. As she gathered the courage to take the next step, a stream of images suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. One after another, the seemingly endless procession of images poured in front of her eyes almost as if she was watching a movie. With each new picture came a new emotion, sometimes so miserable that she felt her heart stopping while other times it was so maddening that she could feel her hands curl into fists, poised to strike the nearest object.

    As quickly as they were thrown at her, the vision disappeared leaving Adelaide gasping for air. She looked around her self-consciously, hoping that no one was watching, that no one had seen her little episode. It took Adia a few seconds before she collected herself enough to hurry up the stairs, rushing through the doorway so swiftly that she didn’t even have enough time to savor the moment of leaving her old life behind.