As far back as I can remember, I've been a bit different. When I was four, my parents plucked me from an orphanage that has no record of my biological family and no idea where I came from. They brought home a weak and shy little girl, and I soon blossomed into a chronically ill teenager by day and a screaming tormented dreamer by night. With few friends and fewer prospects, I'm hardly a social butterfly. However, this year is going to be better, or so I thought. My new history teacher thinks I'm a reincarnated warrior princess with a duty to retrieve an ancient scroll and decipher a prophecy before vampires, witches, lycans, and demons do. But, in order to go from zero to hero I must befriend a demon, trust and angel, and try not to look stupid in front of the hot new guy, that just so happens to be the first boy that has ever paid attention to me. Who said being sixteen was easy?