Chapter 1: Arrival

I dreaded going to this elite private school, as my parents called it. I knew damn well that they were exiling me because I got the witch gene from my grandmother. In our family, It skips a generation. Perfect.

'Why me?'

The cab halted softly. I felt a heaviness in my chest. That cab stopping was the point of no return. Well, It's not like my parents wanted me home anyway. They were disgusted by the idea that I was a witch. They were convinced that I was an abomination. That's what I get for having cut throat religious parents.

As I stepped out of the taxi cab, bright rays of sun peeked from behind a tree covered in leaves.

I heard the hushed gossip murmured between girls peeking out of the windows. Their faces judging me already. Nobody knew how to mind their own damn business.

"I heard she burned down her school."

"Well, I heard he made a teacher stab himself than set the place on fire. Either way, Crazy."

"I heard she has a crazy amount of powers."

'Whatever. That's all bullshit. Well, not all of it.' I thought to myself as I rolled my eyes.

A huge white, 1820's style house with large windows, beautiful balconies and a mystic glow almost radiating from just inside the gate. I could tell this house had a history.

Two men dressed in black suit and tie outfits moved around me to get my bags.

I followed them into past the gate and into the fresh green open yard. I looked up at the girls peeking through the windows and they quickly moved from the spots. I rolled my eyes.

When I crossed the threshold, I felt the power. It was extremely easy to feel the almost euphoric sensation as the power radiated off of my skin. Goosebumps shot up and down my body.

A pretty blonde woman stood in front of the door. She smiled at me. She looked about mid to late 30's.

"Welcome to Miss Robichaux's School for Exceptional Young Ladies and newly, Gentlemen. I'm your Supreme, Cordelia Foxx. " The woman said with a warm smile.

As Delia gave me a tour of the gorgeous house, I noticed the heavy detail and the big crystal chandeliers that made the place look authentic and genuine.

We strode into the ancestry room, where meetings were held. Several hand painted portraits hung evenly and chronologically. I stopped for a moment to look at a certain painting that caught my eye. A painting of the last Supreme before Delia, Fiona Goode.

The house was gorgeous. Tall ceilings, a double staircase and white walls covered in witchy type things.

She gave me some history on the house and it's purposes. She showed me to my room, Which was huge. I had no roommate because I was an odd numbered student and everyone else was already bunked up. I sighed of relief.

No roommate and the school wasn't entirely filled with only girls. A huge weight off of my shoulders. I had never really been much of a socialite.

I made my way back to my room and started unpacking until I got bored and decided to explore the mansion further.

I stepped out of my room and into the hallway, wanting to explore the hose and all of it's unknown wonders. A few girls strayed in the halls. Of course, They stared. Small whispers and frantic looks were exchanged in my presence.

They thought so loud, It gave me a migraine blocking it out. I reached for my back pocket and pulled out my pack of cigarettes. My favorites, Marlboro menthol 100's. I took out a single cigarette and put the filter in my mouth. I lite the end using pyrokinesis. I smiled.

Puffing on my cigarette as I walked down the hall, getting stares from the boys and girls meandering in the large house. I felt their eyes watching me, As if I was a ticking time bomb.

'Great. I'm the freakiest of the freakiest.' I thought. A house full of witches and warlocks, afraid of me. For what reason? I had no clue.

I ignored the gossip and gazes. I could tell that there was an enchantment spell on the place. Easily 70 girls and 60 boys. No way in hell there was enough room without the spell. I stepped down the right staircase leisurely.

At the bottom of the steps, a boy caught my eye. He was hot as hell.

His facial features looked like those of a hot-shot hollywood actor. Black, shaggy hair that slightly curled at the ends. Sharp jawline, full lips and warm light brown eyes. He was definitely easy on the eyes.

"Does anyone have a light?" He called, nobody turned to his aid. He grunted. I looked at the tip of his cigarette and a small flame burned the tobacco. He looked around, confused. I just passed him when he noticed that I did it.

I was going to have to get used to using my power freely. I loved how it felt to want something then have it happen.

"Hey! Wait up!" The boy called out. I paused and turned to face him. He was bigger up close. Muscle wise. Tall and lean. Like a football player. I grinned at him.

"How may I help you?" I asked, somewhat sarcastic. He raised an eyebrow then smiled.

"Thanks. For lighting my cig." He said. His voice smooth as velvet, charming.

"No problem." I said, I spun around on my feet to continue my exploration of the house. He caught my arm. I was facing him again.

"You're new. I'm Sebastian." The boy said with a cheeky smile.

"Be careful, Sebastian. Don't want to be caught talking to the crazy new girl." I said with a wink.

"Who said you're crazy?" He asked, curious.

"Listen to the rumors. There is several of them already and I got here 5 minutes ago." I replied. I looked around and saw people staring again.

"So you're the one who set your school on fire?" He said jokingly.

"Apparently. I'm in a house full of freaks and I'm still an outcast." My smile hadn't left.

"Let me tell you something." He paused. "This place is just like high school. Cliques and bullshit everywhere."

"And what clique would you be in, Sebastian?" I asked.

"My own. I'm a loner." He said, blush making his pale cheeks red. He sure as hell didn't look like a loner. A hot guy like him should've been popular.

"It's nice to meet you, Loner Sebastian. I'm loner Lydia. I don't think believe that you're a loner, though." I said with a flirty smile. I was better at flirting than I ever thought.

"Why do you say that?"

"You're too hot to be a loner." The words slipped from my mouth and I felt my cheeks turn hot. Sebastian smiled at my slip-up compliment.

"Back at you. What's your full name?" He was totally flirting back

"Lydia Hazel Riley."

"Well, Lydia Hazel. Looks like we are going to be loners together.

I smiled.