Supernatural

Prologue
I sprinted with full force, trying to run but the darkness swallowed everything. I just ran, soon it felt like my whole body took a huge hit of force pushing me, letting me run for my life. This is officially the worst day of my life.I had just enough energy to almost go flying out of the forest with my bat-like wings pushing me upwards. This was it.. The moment I was waiting for.. I would finally be free. 
6:30 am, November 9th, 2020(no corona virus in the fan fiction. )
"Yawn" I wake up and slam my alarm clock, almost breaking my alarm clock. "Great. I only have 15 minutes to do everything. " I say rather sarcastically. Due to my time limit, (which is 7:00 when I go to school) I run out the door with my messy dark chocolate hair and tiny gold swirls in them. I almost miss the bus, and end up riding the bus . Due to my luck, I'll probably have a bad day.
8:00 am .
Our bus was delayed, and we had a pop quiz. "Yay" I sigh, at least we had something good. We had a book talk with person called J.K Rowling, whoever that is. We all could ask a question, but I asked one for my sister. "When is the next book for Harry Potter?" I asked.She didn't say anything, and I got to read. It always feels so nice to read, to sink in that thought. To feel like you're in their realm, and be sucked in like a portal. After long hours of pain, here came the stomach filling period. Lunch.
12:00 pm
Lunch was the usual, the tremendously loud cafeteria with designated places set for social hierarchy. Your usual jocks, nerds, popular table, outcasts & book nerds. I sit at the one table where no one judges each other, in the middle of the cafeteria. I have a few friends, like Daniel from the book nerds, Amelia & Lia from the popular table, and Oliver from the jocks. Guess who's from the outcasts? That's right. 7th Grader Alyssa Winstone. You would probably think I would be from the popular table, but since I'm not popular(I got hit in the face with a soccer ball on the first day of school), cute( no one thinks I am cute) or cool ( I really like studying and reading books) I am fit for no place as there. The only quality I have is that I am rich, and not rich enough to have a mansion but the books about princesses and their castles rich.
2:30 pm.
I'm a walker, meaning I can chill while the bus people sprint theirselves out the door. I'm a walker because, well, I'm pretty sure no-one wants to see me (not on purpose) flex my stuff. As I walk into the car, I see people gawking at the limo (which comes with some cold soda, A/N Fun Fact:I've been in a limo before ), I mean, do you see a limo every day? Probably not . That's where it all begins.
2:40 pm.
The limo is hit by a strange and overwhelming force, flipping the limo and it makes me go flying out of the car seat. I thought I would return to my chamber and flop on the bed. The usual five stacks of homework, and being able to watch my favourite show, The Music Freaks. Every 3 weeks or so, a new episode comes out. It is hard to make a series so I don't blame then. I would see if my favourite you tubers would post, and I would be rewatching mini movies youtubers had made. Then... I saw what would change my life, The white eye.
Chapter 1: Is all I believed fake?
I sprinted as night fell, and luckily I traversed passes with my friends, who quickly helped me get home safe and sound. I was so grateful that I ate every piece of soup and savoured it, letting the warmness go down my throat. I gulped down every piece of my salad, and I said good night to my sister and brother. At night, the white eye taunted me, feeding my nightmares. Soon, I had to read a book to go to sleep, and that would me I would have to multitask doing my homework and watching my YouTube channel. If my sister caught me, I would have to be doing her dirty work 'till the day I die and I would never want to do that.
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I dashed out of bed, but I felt cold so I put on a robe. Then, I saw it, I didn't realize until now but I was bleeding. I guess that was why my family said if I was okay, I was bleeding. 
Flashback. Alyssa was gulping down her salad. "Alyssa? Are you okay? Your hands look a bit bloody. " Her sister Maria gulped and almost gagged but Alyssa felt fine. She walked upstairs, but on google classroom she was sent an email she wouldn't have to do her homework since she had just overcame a terrible incident instead. She started to work on her science project and was watching the 5th episode. Overcome with joy that her ship had prevailed, she had the energy to start revising for a quiz on Wednesday. She had no idea, and something hit her. Was her life a lie? An even bigger question. She's always had weird looking eyes. They were yellow like vampires and her friends tease her about it, so is there something or someone experimenting on her. "Well, well, well you are the infamous project unlocked" That was all she heard before she went black.
Chapter 2: Past The Neverseen and Into The Lost cities
I finally regain my consciousness after the sweetness had buried me for what seems like hours. "Finally" I breathe in and breathe out. I had never been so grateful for fresh air until now. I feel like I've thrashed and gotten thrown into the trash bin numerous times, then multiply that by the times of how much I've been sitting on a wooden chair and add that how much I've been sitting in a sack, you'll be experiencing what I am now.
I hear some mutters about "project nightfall" and "Keefe's Legacy" but I can't hear much. I try to wiggle out of the chains I've been binded with, yes, they are actual chains. I struggle until I can sit up straight with the flicking fire they've roasted welcoming me. It warms me up until I put a straight cough. "Good job, I've blown my cover" I mutter to myself. I get knocked unconscious again, with my last words being for now, "Why.. did I do this to myself.
I regain my consciousness again, muttering to myself when I realize there are others in the room. "Hi! My name is Marc Coleman and my sister who's sitting on the bed with me is Sophia Coleman. We're twins! We've been told that we are project Exile and Everblaze, whatever that is. " He says like he chugged 50 bottles of sugar, just plain sugar.
"Hi! I'm Sophia Coleman and I'm project Exile! Me and Marc used to go to Exile High before we got kidnapped. We were kidnapped today, I'm pretty sure that my brother here, had too much sugar. Usually he's so clam but whatever they gave my brother probably made him super hyper. " Her voice was a quiet but in a soothing kind of way. Since I realised I would be sharing a room with them, I figured I might introduce myself.
"Hi! I'm Alyssa Winstone and I was also captured today. It all started with a cruddy morning and the realization of not being normal"I was continuing my story until the door creaked open with a person throwing our food. But a plan came to form when I saw a crowbar, some wire and a button looking like a bomb. Various plans formed in my head, but all of them were too risky. Eating the strange plant I was thrown, I slowly eat it and collapse to bed. Who knows what that bomb detonates? and why would someone throw it in here?
=== 6:30 am November 10th ===
As she ignores her messed up hair and opens up the window. Oxygen, and carbon dioxide. Oh how she had inhaled the air like it was the only thing around her, coating it in her senses. She'd have the worst morning breath but it didn't matter. Her brain was so happy she almost screamed, but she kept that back. She was this close to slamming the crowbar out and tying the rope around it, then she would use the rope to sneak out and she really felt like doing that.