Chantelle sat in the mirror, brushing her hair slowly as she hummed a tune. After sorting her hair out she sat on her balcony and had a cigarette. As she smoked, she twirled her fingers in the smoke as she exhaled, causing the smoke to be enlaced with black. Shortly she would attend the school for her kind, yet they all knew their parents. Yet she had no clue. The power surged in her fingers as hate filled her and everything around her wilted. With a sigh, she walked back in.
"I seriously need to get this sorted, "