I heard the nervous footsteps approaching for the last half mile. It was rather funny that the only thing I heard before that though was a pop that nearly startled me out of my chair, and onto the overly plush, and overly expensive carpet. I pulled out a lollipop and started sucking on the lifeblood of a field mouse. “Blag,” I cried as I listened to the nervous coughing outside the door as grandpa humanly made his way towards the door.

The first five people went before me without any attention from me. I was more focused on keeping my blood pop in my stomach. "Cullen, Ryan." Called out the Headmistress, I felt a few pats on my back and made my way to the stool.

Jacob's face contorted with rage. He grabbed me by my neck and forced me into the wall. I was pinned against it, trying to get the minimal oxygen that my body needed. I wanted to call for help, but my mom was out of range and Rose would think I was messing around. "I am nothing like him. I tried, and what she may not have told you is that she cut me out. I fought against everything that happened to be what you needed me to be, but your mom never let me. Stop being such a spoiled brat and listen to me."