âClara! Come down, breakfast is ready!â Clara Necrodopolus chuckled as she heard her mom call from downstairs. She was almost done, just a few more touches. Clara wasnât a normal sixteen-year-old girl. Her hometown, Seabrook had changed a lot since her mother and father were teenagers. Humans, zombies, and werewolves, were integrated fully, with a few different creatures in the mix, and it was slowly becoming a world thing, not just Seabrook.
Clara Zionne Necrodopolus was the daughter of Zedd Necrodopolus and Addison Wells-Necrodopolus, she was a child of a zombie and human and showed it well. While her brother, who was off for his freshman year of college, looked like her mother with her fatherâs zombie tendencies, she was the odd one out. The outsider. Clara, who was a spitting image of her father, took on her motherâs pure white hair, that fell over her shoulders in waves. However, the roots and tips of her hair slowly began to darken and turn green as she aged. Nothing took to it, hair dye, nothing, she was stuck with the hair. And she tried to be proud of it, but that didnât stop the bullying.
Clara came bounding down the stairs two at a time, ready for her first day as a sophomore at Seabrook High. âHow do I look?â She asked playfully to her mother and father who were in the kitchen. The symbolic pink and blue colors had since integrated into shades of green, red, purple, and browns. She tried to mix the colors, with a blue jean skirt that fell to her mid-thigh, and a dark purple tank top with a brown vest over top. Her mother always told her to be proud of her family, wolves and all. Addison chuckled. âBeautiful as always, Clara.â She said as she put the plate down in front of her daughter. Clara looked at the time, before realizing she was running out and began to scarf down the eggs.
âHey slow down, donât need you choking.â Zedd scolded playfully, looking over his daughter. He was now the captain over the Z-Patrol, but it had since become a patrol to make sure everything was quiet, no prejudice against others. Addison became a teacher and the cheerleading coach at Seabrook High.
âI got to meet Thalia.â
âYour cousin can wait, Clara.â Addison joked, smiling as she placed the bag lunch into Claraâs bag. Even at sixteen, her mother always tried to be there for her. Clara blushed, before finishing and grabbing her bag, kissing her mother on the cheek. âIâll see you guys tonight.â
âHey remember, six o'clock Iâm picking you up from practice. We have to meet your grandfather and aunt Zoie.â Zedd warned his daughter. She nodded and hugged her father, she had always been a daddyâs girl, before waving to her parents and sliding out the door.
It didnât take long for the girl to walk down the three blocks to her cousinâs house. Thalia and Clara were close, mainly because they both stood out like sore thumbs. They stuck together like glue. She ran up the sidewalk to her cousinâs house and knocked on the door. Eliza was the first one to open it, grinning. âYour cousinâs coming! Thalia, Claraâs waiting!â Eliza called, leaning against the doorway.
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âThereâs the deep sleeper.â Xavier chuckled when he heard his little sister as he walked downstairs. She was already sitting at the table, eating her cereal in peace. Wren always kept him on his toes, even at eleven years old.
âWhereâs dad?â He asked as he took the bagel from the plate. Brooke smiled and kissed the side of his head. âHe headed to check on your aunt before heading to work. Youâre going to see them after school right?â She asked, brushing a white streak from his face. Xavier nodded. He knew he had to, his aunt Willa wanted to see him for something, and she wanted to see Wren as well. She hadnât seen them since they moved back.
âWren, you ready to go?â He asked, looking at his little sister. Wren nodded, grabbing her bag, blonde streaks falling into her face. She looked more human than wolf, and it bothered her greatly, but she would never let her mother and father know.
âRemember to pick your sister up, Xavier. Then straight to the den, you hear me?â Brooke looked at her son. Xavier nodded, slinging his bag over his shoulder and waving as he and his little sister headed to school.
It didnât take long before they were on the path. Wren was babbling about being excited about going into middle school. It was right next to Seabrook High, so he would be there to watch her and then pick her up until she believed she was ready to go on her own. This was their first day, at a completely new school. Well, new to them. Their parents might have grown up in Seabrook, but they didnât. They just moved back over the summer. This was completely new to them.
âHey, wonder whoâs those two are? Look at the girlâs hair!â Wren spoke softly.
âWren donât say things like that. Weâre different too, remember?â He scolded his little sister, but it had caught his eye. The girlâs hair was odd, pure white save for the green roots and tips. The other girl beside her had ashen skin, and he wondered if she was a zombie. He wondered but didnât say anything, not right then.