Obsolete

Okay, so here it is. I'm not that sure about it but please give me some input as to whether or not I can turn this into a good chapter story.Thanks to my beta Deviousdragon for finding and correcting all my spelling mistakes... there were a lot (blushes) Please please please R&R

Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. Anything.

Marixx

Being an outcast. Isn't that what everyone is so scared of? I'm there already, don't worry it's really not that terrible. I see their faces every day as they strive to be more than they already are. Ordinarily I would have no problem with this whatsoever, it just severely annoyed me to see what they were striving for. Blonder hair, smaller thighs, a straighter nose and a significantly lower IQ were all on the list... which was pretty much endless.

I thinkit all seemed to come down to just one rule that had been forced down my throat so many times it was almost a mantra. Conform. Live your life the way they want you to. Lose all that weight. Stay in your own little social bubble. It was a never ending list of rules that ultimately got us nowhere or to a point of depression and sheer desperation I had come to recognize labeled as a mid-life crisis. And it all started in High School.

That sacred place of learning and education where you're trampled on, told all your dreams are worthless just because you weren't top of the class with Jessica. Bloody. Steele. And on top of all that have every trace of individuality and imagination sniffed out and spat on because the things you spoke about were just plain unnatural. A bit harsh? Well maybe you go to a perfectly good school where the teachers don't leave with the "sanitation engineer" in the middle of class for a 'quick word' about some "unfinished business". Honestly? I don't even wanna know what goes on in that staff-room. Well, lucky you. You've obviously never set foot in St. Magda lanes Institute for Troubled Girls. The more feminine version of St. Brutus' next door. Basically it means that our parents eventually got sick of having kids to cramp their rich, extravagant lifestyles so they shipped us off to a boarding school where they wouldn't have anything to worry about anymore. Maybe that's just my parents...

I've been around this dump so long I should be considered a senior student. Two years of dirty looks and condescending stares. Two years of pitying glances and I was fed up. Fed up, frustrated and very, very pissed. Two years of my life which had been wasted rotting here and hoping to God that my parents would suddenly one day remember that they still had a daughter who had been waiting for them devotedly since the age of fourteen, who was now sick of waiting for someone who would most probably never show.

They never would, when they left they simply said "you'll be safe here honey," before driving off leaving a cloud of expensive car fumes. Not 'we love you Tracy,' or even ' we'll miss you.' No it was ' you'll be safe here.' What was I supposed to think of that? I suppose I should be happy they cared enough to make sure of even that. It just wasn't enough. How many nights had I laid awake and tried to decipher their cryptic message? How many hours of sleep had I lost wondering if they'd forgotten about me?

That first year I'd resolved to ask them what they'd meant next time I saw them, at Christmas. Winter break came and went and still I heard not a single word from them save a hurriedly written Christmas card. I guess they didn't have time enough for their own daughter. Summer came Andi desperately wanted to see them again. My bags were packed, everything was finished and I waited outside for them for hours. In the cold. And the rain. On my own. Suffice to say they never came. Instead as I was just about to give up hope of staying somewhere dry for the night she found me.

Rosmerta Grindylow, otherwise known as Madam Rosmerta ( to whom I don't know as I only call her Rosie.) She is most probably the first and only person to ever care enough to look after me. All the same, she is pretty secretive. I know nothing save the fact that she works at a pub. I'm not even sure of the name of said pub. Really she was the only family I could ever need. Which is why interlaced between the joy and exhilaration was the mind numbing guilt.

I was leaving, tonight. Rosie would be quite disappointed when she came for me tomorrow morning and found my room deserted. I didn't want to do this to her.I really didn't. But I just couldn't take one more minuet here. She would be disappointed, but not too surprised considering my attitude towards her earlier. She knew exactly what I would do even though she didn't think I would actually go through with all of it. I was too much of a coward even now. My bag was packed and I had all I needed but I was stalling now, looking out the window trying to lengthen the time it took until Iactually had to leave. She would understand though wouldn't she? She had secrets too, I could see it in her face. I couldn't imagine what sort of terrible secret she might have that she wouldn't even mention anything even remotely to do with it, but from what I could see... I couldn't see anything at all. I was just as in the dark as she was.

Whatever. I was ready now. No more hesitations.

My stomach clenched as I looked outside, into the light of the full moon. A long howl reached my ears from far in the distance making me reconsider, if only for a second. Uncertain that what I was doing was right I, crept down the stairs as silently as I could. The whole house seemed still and I could almost imagine poorRosie snoring gently into her pillow. I felt horrible about this. My steps becameslower as I stepped through the door of the kitchen, inhaling its unique cinnamon and blueberry aroma.It was home and I was crazy to leave it but if I didn't look for answers, how would I ever know anything about my parents?

On the table, almost glowing in the pale light of the moon was what seemed to be a... twig? I went to the counter and picked it up curiously. How incredibly random. Come to think of it, Rosie always carried this thing around with her. It was just a stick, probably some driftwwod she found on one of her sea walks but for some reason itwas important to her. I lifted in the air, balancing it on my finger.It was so light. I giggled as a thought struck me. Maybe this was a wand. Maybe she was actually a good fairy come to rescue me from the wicked witches of St. Magdalane's and this was her magic wand from which all her powers were derived... I was being ridiculous but on a whim I lifted the twigabovemy head and giggled as I brought it back down.

" Abracadabra."

I didn't expect anything but what I get and what I expectusually differ. See what I didn't expect was for the thing to go all voodoo on me and start emitting red and blue sparks. I also didn't expect to be standing in a sea of ( albeitly cute) rabbits. Yes rabbits.

"And where exactly do you think you're going Katy Hart."

I also didn't expect to get caught.

So tell me what you think guys, I really need some feedback. Mari xx