Just a quick note: Aracella is pronounced: (Air-a-sell-a)

The Beginning of it all:

I was a happy little girl, I would always be smiling. I only had a couple of friends though. And after 8th grade, I lost touch with them.

I thought my life was going great, nothing could go wrong, until it did. On this one stormy evening, September 18, is where I would see the horrid scenes I wish I had never saw. The blood-curdling screams sent chills down my spine.

Maybe I'm over exaggerating, but I'm sure that happened.

Wolves.

Around 3 of them attacked my family. One by one, they fell. First my Father, then Mother, and then... My little sister. Why couldn't I do anything? Why did I just sit there and watch as everyone collapsed? But, for some reason, they didn't attack me. I was stupid to think that, last second, they clawed my leg. I was wearing shorts, so the cut was pretty high up on my thigh. And then they just left. My house was left streaks of blood on the walls and pools on the floor. There, lie 3 corpses. My life shattered by that point. We skip to Freshman year, when I got admitted to this school called Ethereal Academy. We start with my morning.