Faerie Misborn — Samaire Provost

Called into the headmistress's office on the first day. Wonderful. -------------- Freezing cold winters, constant hunger: This was the life of a homeless orphan. This was my life. Then I got the letter. I've been on the streets since I was born. It got very rough after my aunt got sick and died. But I made do. The streets of New York city can very unforgiving, especially when times get desperate. Like in winter. At least I never had to worry about the cold. But then I got hurt. Things were looking very bad. Then Chance showed up with the letter. The letter that said I was misborn of the fae. A bastard, but the magic still counted. The letter that said I'd been accepted into Titania Academy. When the magic blood of the fae runs through your veins, they will find you, no matter what. ~ ~ ~ So I get to the school. The Faerie Academy Chance said was soooo great. And before I even step one toe on the ground, these girls are doing double takes and giggling behind their backs at me and I just want to plant my fist in their faces. Then I get upstairs to my dorm room and find some Barbie doll is bullying a girl. Then she mouths off at me, giving me attitude. Well, that was it. I couldn't hold back. I punched her. Yeah, I did it. Called into the headmistress's office on the first day. Wonderful.