Conjured

Picture high school and all its cliques: the preps, the jocks, the geeks, the artists, the emo kids, the wannabe-preps, and so on. Hormones like to screw that all up, of course: when acne's a-blooming and hormones are a-fluctuating, there's no telling whether you'll be the school queen or the school punching bag. Now add in vampires, werewolves, and witches. Hormones and magic? Hoo-boy. It's best to shove all these kids into their own special schools. The problem with this is that the only way to tell if a child is a vamp or witch or wolf is to go by the parents. One of them is a vamp or witch or wolf? Fantastic - shove them into a magic school. Their magic'll show up eventually. Right?Er, meet me. Alix Valkanas. Seventeen, female. Daughter of a very (I repeat, very) powerful witch and whoever she shacked up with seventeen years back. Very noticeably non-magical. Why don't you just paint a target on my forehead. And that's exactly what it did. And now I am branded, marked by witch and vampire magic. I was used to unleash a forgotten spirit. I don't like being used, especially not when nobody's certain what I released. Some of the guilty go unpunished, and I don't like that either.I will have revenge. But first I need to get through summer camp.