- Olivia! - shouted Eris, one of the girls who lived on the territory of the castle. - You didn't wash the floor here well enough! It does not shine.
After these words, the girl went to the window. She narrowed her dark brown eyes. I saw a predatory smile. In the next moment, she caught a pot with beautiful pink flowers with just one finger and it flew down. The girl only screamed and ran further down the corridor. All I had to do was grit my teeth to clean up this mess.
She hated and despised me. All the inhabitants of the castle felt this towards me. I am an ordinary seventeen-year-old mortal girl who has to mop the floor, do the laundry, cook and do a lot of other work every day. They are pure-blooded werewolves. Each of them turns into some kind of creature. In some, those who have a weaker power, these are ordinary animals. But the strongest were transformed into various mythical creatures. Of course, werewolves are only our people. There are three others. Mages are those who can cast spells. Charms are those who know how to control the elements, they are divided into water, fire, earth and air. And the last ones... It is forbidden to talk about them in all kingdoms. They are the most dangerous and at the same time the strongest. We call them toothy. They have fangs and wings that they usually hide and call out when needed. They know and can do literally everything.
I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand and carried the bucket of dirty water to the nearest bathroom. Mars, my friend, was waiting for me there.
"Come on, me," she picked up the bucket, "I saw Eris running down the corridor." What happened?
- She is clinging to me again, - I was catching my breath after a long hard walk with a bucket, - I was silent.
- That's right, you don't need to tell her anything, because then you will be left without dinner, - Mars left the bucket and sat down next to me on the floor with a tired sigh, resting her head on the wall.
- Tomorrow, November 6, is the first day of school.
I like to learn. But my classmates don't like me. I'm only friends with Mars and Derek, a guy a year older than us.
- I ironed our clothes, they are hanging in the closet. Don't oversleep tomorrow, because we will be punished for being late, - Mars smiled and got up, - and now, go to bed.
We went into our room. It was in the very corner of the attic. The room is small, but we made it as comfortable and cozy as possible. A bunk bed stood under one wall. Our bed was plain white. Under the second wall with a small window stood a table and two chairs. The room also had a wardrobe with clothes and a bookshelf.
I put on my pajamas and slipped under the covers. My chest stung. Something tells me that tomorrow will be a difficult day. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
