Magic can’t be real, right?
Tell that to the werewolf glaring at me with his near-black eyes or the handsome vampire lounging in the corner.
Did I enjoy growing up rejected by everyone I encountered because of my physical abnormalities? Hell no! The only thing I ever wanted was to be accepted by someone. Not everyone, just anyone. A normal job and one solid meal a day would’ve been nice too.
You know that old saying, “Be careful what you wish for?” Ain't that the truth.