My name is Rainbow Feather. I live with my Grandmother who is known as Silvia Feather. Today at the House of Hybrids in Norvajak we ended up with a new student named Deera Love. She was nervous at first but she some how knew that I was going to try to help her through this grade. My other friends are Erin, a centaur with a golden coat, Darius, a normal human boy and Shaquina, a vampire fledging. I met Erin the first day I came here and, yeah, I am her roommate. Damien is a human that ended up here and no one knows why, other than him. I met him 10 days ago. I met Shaquina when I was wondering the courtyar, looking for Mythology 101.

It started out in the dining hall for lunch, when...

“Is that the new girl?” I asked as Deera walked in and looked around nervously beside High Priestess Lenobia.

“Yeah. I think her name is Deera Love from a long line of Draginucous Royal Blood Line.” Shaquina said as she grabbed a red apple.

“She is probably the most evil being out there, my dear.” Darius said as he grabbed a forkful of spaghetti.

“She means bad news, Feather.” Erin said with a scowl and swished her tail.

I stood up and Deera looked straight at me and into my soul. I froze right by my chair for a good long minute. I felt her moving around within my heart. It felt warm as she “scurried” around in my body. I felt her leave my body and smile at me. I walked over to her and smiled back.

“Hello, Lenobia.Welcome to the House of Hybrids. My name is Rainbow Feather. What is your name?” I said as I put my fist over my heart and bowed.

“Hello, Feather. This is Deera Love. She was transferred from The House of Draginucous in Tulsa. They said she needed a change of pace for learning.” Lenobia said as she smiled at me.

Something isn’t right with Deera. She seems so diffierent than what she shows. I can’t put my finger on it on why she seems so different from what she shows herself. Some how Erin, Darius and Shaquina knew or in this case, thought she was bad. I don't know how that can be or how this new kid was thought to be so bad.

Well, shit. Eight lives lost. I'm on my last one.

Okay, let's back up here. I'm Geniveve, and while I may look human, I'm not. Mousy brown hair in a short pixie cut, hazel eyes that, if you look long enough, peer into your soul. Yeah, I look human enough, other than my eyes.

My eyes have slit pupils. The doctors blame it on some genetic malfunction, but they have no idea what really goes on with me, what happens to me in the night.

How can they? They're small minded humans. They'd call ME the freak, when really they are. They're lives don't matter in the grand scheme of things. They only have one.

I, on the other hand, have nine.

My first one, spent on a betrayal.

My second, spent on the run.

My third, taken by an evil man.

My fourth, taken when killing him.

My sixth and seventh, sacrificed for another.

And my eighth, wasted on someone I thought I loved.

THE FIRST LIFE:

"Jared, remind me again why we're doing this?"

"I told you already, Geniveve," he snarls. "No questions."

"Jesus, okay." I glare at the orange tabby next to me. I've been friends with him for as long as I could remember, the only other person I knew who was a werecat like me. I'm black, with gray stripes decorating me. They look kind of like normal stripes, but really, they're a tally of my lives. Nine. I have nine. Jared I've known forever, but I've never seen him like this before. He looks downright evil. His dark yellow eyes glint in the moonlight, and for the first time, I'm actually scared of my best friend.

"Jared?"

"SILENCE!" he roars, and I slink back.

"What the fuck, man?" He growls and advanced towards me, muttering something about God Almighty. I try to step back, but realize I've cornered myself. Behind me is a steep cliff, deep enough to kill even the strongest of cats.

"Jared, stop!" He hisses, louder than before. I'm reminded of a gas pipe leaking lethal air. The lethal air seeps into my lungs, suffocating me. Making me crazy. Swirling my thoughts. And all I can see is his yellow eyes.

They suffocate me. To escape the evil gaze, I take a leap backwards.

"Traitor!" I scream on the way down. The cold look never left his eyes.

I hit ground.