Author's Note:
Hi there! I would just like to thank you so, so much for choosing to read my fanfiction, Angel in Disguise.As it's my first fanfiction on this website, I appreciate any reviews or comments. Once again, thank you!
- Mackenzie
Chapter 1"Two Teenagers Disappear in Supposed Haunted Mansion," blared a newspaper headline, its large, black font catching the attention of one Sam Winchester. He picked the newspaper up curiously. "Dean, listen to this," he told his brother, who lifted his head up abruptly. Now that Sam had Dean's attention, he began to read the article out loud.
"In a small town named Evergreen, located in Massachusetts, two people have mysteriously disappeared in the town's supposedly haunted mansion. Both disappearances were of local high school students, and both practically vanished into thin air. According to local legend, a young teenage girl named Laura Klein passed of a fever that her brother had given to her. He didn't die, resulting in her to haunt the mansion ever since in resentment." They both looked at each other. Dean grinned. "Looks like we'll be traveling to Evergreen, Sammy." Sam rolled his eyes at him, and got up from his seat as his brother did the same. Picking up their belongings, they trekked out of the diner and into their car, speeding off into the distance.
I was stuck here. I swear to God, I was stuck in this dull town forever.
Those were my thoughts as I sat on my plain bed, kicking the covers around restlessly. My thoughts weren't entirely true, as a matter of fact. I only had a month to go until I was eighteen, and then, college! I would be an adult, I could leave, but let's face it; my parents wouldn't let me out of their sight even for college. They would have to let go eventually, since I had to live up to my destiny and whatnot.
My destiny, you ask? Well, let's just say I'm a bit psychic. Don't tell my parents that, or about my stash of Wicca books from the almighty, legit, lovely local psychic named Alyssa. 1), they would think I'm on drugs, and possibly disown me; 2), Alyssa, who is truly like a mom to me, would probably get sued by my money-loving parents for whatever they could think of. Plus, Alyssa, among others, taught me the fabulous sport of being a hunter of the supernatural, which would freak my parents out and boost my chances of being disowned.
Despite my yearning for freedom, you can tell that I'm worried about this whole "disowning" thing. That's because of my two older siblings, Oliver and Jordan. I love them dearly. They make home feel like home, and I swear if they weren't here, life would be unbearable. Oliver, Jordan, and I get along perfectly, and they protect me from my parent's harsh judgment. Oliver makes the occasional slip in his grades mid-term (but somehow always manages to bring them back up to A+'s), and Jordan pretends to be this hardcore party girl without the hoho part, even though I know she's sleeping over at Melanie Hopeman's house watching reruns of "Friends". What do I do in this cycle of sibling protection? I am myself.
Yes, from the time I was five, I was the scene-stealer in the category of blundering mistakes. My biggest one of my childhood years had to be slipping, and bumping my head on the floor while my friends were using a Ouija board in my basement. I was only ten, and hey, it was their Ouija board. By the way, if you were wondering, that blessing of a mistake made me psychic. Alyssa told me it was because of the strong spiritual energy pulsing through our house (since my thrill seeking friends were using that Ouija board) that I got my abilities from a cement floor. Anyway, I screamed, causing my parents to come rushing down the stairs. My idiot, current ex-friends decided to continue with their ouija-ing, and my parents flipped out at me for having a "thing of the occult" in our house. A slew of mistakes happened after that, but that one honestly takes the cake.
I then sighed, turning to look out my window. Jordan and Oliver were outside, both playing soccer. Although I was strong, and liked sports, much to the amazement of my peers, I didn't want to kick a ball around with my siblings. Nope, I just wanted some alone time, walking in town. Just my mind and I.
Pulling my ginger hair back into a ponytail, I hopped off of my bed and grabbed my cell and jacket. Oh, I better take my notebook, too. I could study the supernatural on a bench in the park. I then snatched my notebook off of my wooden nightstand, and shoved it, as well as my cell, a pencil, and my jacket, into my black backpack. Slinging it on my shoulders, I proceeded to walk out of my room and quietly slipped out the back door. Outside world, watch out for Sabrina Lewis, badass psychic and potential hunter of the supernatural.