Our next class was the class I have been in with Piper and Phillip. The room with fitting-rooms and all those dresses... those dresses. The fancy expensive ones which only rich people can afford. The teacher, Mrs. Depolore is a very old women who must know these dresses by heart. She introduced herself to all of us, the twenty girls who are sitting quietly on the couches. I tossed my folder on the ground so I can get comfortable on the couches. I watched when Mrs. Depolore's eyes would sparkle with excitement when she talked about all the dresses in the room. "For this whole week, we all will be looking at dresses and fixing them for all of your heights and sizes and after you guys pick the perfect one, you will wear it for the dance!" She cheers, clapping to herself and we all look at her with wide eyes. Like she is crazy. "Just because today is the first day for all of you, you all can just look around and see the dresses." Silences course through the room until she jumps up and down. "Go ahead!" She shouts to us because we all were just sitting around. I stare at Mrs. Depolore and when she was talking to some of the girls, I see two holes on her neck. I furrow my eyebrows because Mr. Hansel has the same ones. When she turns towards my couch, I look away so I don't look like a creep just staring at her. "I'm going to go to the back." Piper whispers in my ear before walking away. I stand up and I give Mrs. Depolore a soft smile when she looks at me. "Ah, and you must be the famous Adeline O'Here." "If that's actually my real last name." I say and she chokes out a chuckle. "Ugh, you look just like your mother." I stare in her dark eyes, shocked about what she said. "You knew my mother?" She nods, a smile on her lips. "Yes! She was in this classroom looking for a dress for the dance just like how you will be." There was a short silence until I turn back to her. "What was she like?" I smile at my question because at this moment, I want to know. "Oh she was a sweetheart. Cared about everyone around her, more than herself. Was nice to everyone around her. Every girl fell in love with her and wanted to be her friend." I let out a giggle, thinking about my nice side and being exactly like her. It makes me happy. "I wish I met her." I whisper mostly to myself but of course Mrs. Depolore hears. "A horrible death, your mother's and father's. Great people." Something in my body shakes up and my throat tightens. My eyes become glassy with tears and I can't hid from her. I'm about to cry about people I have never met. But they were my real parents. They created me. Mrs. Depolore sighs, placing a hand on my shoulder. I feel the tears go away before I have time to blink and let them fall. "I'm sorry, it's just hard to take in. Knowing that my real parents are dead." She purses her lips into a thin line and she nods her head. "I know honey, I know." I wipe my eyes, looking at her with a grin. "What is that?" I ask her with curiosity, pointing at her neck. When a girl wants to know, a girl wants to know. Mrs. Depolore runs her fingers along the two small holes which look like scars. "Oh this? Mr. Xander didn't tell you guys in vampire biology?" I shake my head no and we turn when we hear some girls squealing about a dress. I snort at them until she turns back to me. "Anyways, these are scars of my father's fangs. The starting of my transformation as a vampire. It never heals and that bite usually stays as a scar." "Wow, that's crazy. It must have hurt." "Not really, you pass out after... but during the transformation is the worst. That's when the boys are going to need you." "How come?" "There's stages of becoming a vampire. You will find out soon." She cheers before walking away from me and going to a group of girls who are admiring a dress. "If I make it, which is never." I say and I start to laugh at myself. "Oh you say that now but it will back fire on you." I jump from the voice behind me and when I turn around it's Mr. Hansel. He chuckles at me when I freak out and I groan. Girls stop what they are doing and look our way, giving me a dirty look. "Why are you here?" I ask him and he glares around the room until grabbing my upper arm lightly and bringing me to the hallway. When we are up against the wall, I furrow my eyebrows, looking up in this bright blue eyes. "Is everything going good?" He questions me, crossing his arms against his chest. "Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" He shrugs at my answer and from the fluorescent lights, I see the scar on his face perfectly. "I don't know maybe because Mrs. Powers complained to me how rude you were and falling asleep during the studies?" "Sorry that I fell asleep, I was so tired." "Probably because of yesterday, from what I told you." "Yeah that's true. Mrs. Depolore was telling me how my mother was." My voice slowly becomes a faded whisper and Mr. Hansel purses his lips. "It's hard Adeline but you shouldn't take it out on them." I sigh, leaning my head back on the cemented wall. "You're right. I will change. Trust me." "Promise?" I roll my eyes because he wants me to do that dumb ass promise crap. "I will be nice but if someone isn't to me, I won't be to them." "Just like your father." He mutters jokingly and I crack a smile, my eyes creasing on the sides. "What happen to your face?" I ask which sounded really messed up after saying. It's like I'm saying that he's ugly and I'm asking what happen to him. "The scar?" "Mhm," "Well when the demons attacked the night your parents died, I tried to fight them and one of them scratched me so deep that my skin fully didn't heal." "So vampires have scars?" He shrugs, bobbing his head towards the hall so we can walk. So much of staying on Wardrobe Inc. We slowly walk down the hallway, turning to a new one. "Depends. Sometimes they stay, sometimes they go. This one stayed with me for seventeen years. I wake up everyday knowing that a demon did this to me, the monsters who killed my parents and best friend." While I kept on walking, I realized that he stopped and was staring through a glass window. I walk back up to him and I see that through the glass window is shelves with metals and pictures hung up. Old pictures. They must be the boys and girls who are here every year for the game. "They all look happy." I say, examining every picture and staring at the small faces who are staring back. They all are in hand in hand, smiling happily like the most amazing thing just happened. "Yeah because this isn't for torture. You have fun and enjoy stuff. Everyone here is having fun besides you." Mr. Hansel replies back to me and I frown. I narrow my eyes to a small picture and it's a boy and a girl. They are sitting at a table, she's in a dress and he's in a tuxedo. Her hair is braided on the side and it's pinned up and his hair is gelled. His arm is slung over her shoulder and hers are resting on the table together. He looks like he is in the middle of laughing, his eyes squinted from the flash of the camera and his smile bright. She's just smiling, properly and lady-like. His hair is light brown and hers is beach blonde like mine. I can't see the color eyes they have because the picture isn't large enough to see those details. They are my parents. "Are those-" "Louis and Christina-Marie? Yeah, they are your parents." "They look like the best high school sweethearts." "Because they were, he fell for your mother right when he laid his eyes on her. Her smile could light up the whole room. She was the light in his darkness." "She was beautiful." "And you got the good looks from her." He jokingly says to me while nudging his elbow against my side. I laugh, slapping it away and still staring at the picture. "At least now I know how they really look." "Yeah and those green eyes are like your father's. They are so bright that you can see your whole life through them." I grin, still staring at the picture until someone shouts down the hall. "Adeline! The bell is going to ring!" Piper shouts while walking up to us. She hands me my folder and Mr. Hansel pats my shoulder before walking away. Suddenly, the bell rings and I pull away from the only thing I have of my parents. That fucking picture.