So, my whole summary wasn't able to fit in the summary box so here it is.

Esther Cassidy- or, Estie as she preferred to be called- was never normal. For years she had known that she wasn't like other girls sometimes, when she was angry, she could make bad things happen to people she didn't like. And sometimes...when she was angry, her teeth would grow sharp and her nails would sharpen into claws. She knew this and so did her religious mother who, thinking her daughter was possessed by a demon, drove her away. Right into Forks, Washington. Where Estie would soon find out that... being different different? It's the new normal.

Seven year old Esther Cassidy wasn't doing anything wrong. All she was doing was sitting in the sandbox at the park attempting to make a sandcastle. And then Alexis Harper stormed up with a group of tiny, blonde followers and stomped on her sandcastle.

"Hey Jesus freak," Alexis said with a smile, placing a hand on her hip. Despite being only seven, she was already well on her way to becoming a cliché mean girl from some teen movie.

Esther didn't say anything. She rarely ever talked to these girls...she wasn't allowed. Her mother would never let her.

"What? Are we not good enough for you?" Alexis's best friend, Jasmine, asked.

Esther sighed. They wouldn't be going away any time soon.

"C'mon Esssssther. What kind of name is that anyway? Sounds like an old lady. You an old lady, Esther?" Alexis sang.

"It's not an old lady name," Esther mumbled, not being able to hold it back.

"What's that? Speak up grandma we can't hear you."

Esther bit her lip. "I'm named after a queen in the Bible. She was really brave and-"

Alexis burst out laughing, cutting her off, "Well then I guess you don't deserve a name like that, huh? Huh, grandma? Cause you aren't a queen. You're a little, boring, bratty crybaby."

"Stop it," Esther whispered.

"Stop what? Stop what, crybaby, tell me...stop what?"

And suddenly Alexis was five feet away, sitting on her butt, eyes wide in shock. Finally, she stood up and screamed at the top of her lungs, "She pushed me! Esther pushed me!"

Esther looked around, her eyes finding her mom. Her mom had her arms placed delicately on her lap. She knew. Esther did not push Alexis Harper. She didn't have to.


"Forgive her father, for she knows not what she does. Forgive her father, for she knows not what she does. Forgive her father..."

Estie, as Esther Cassidy was now called, had just gotten home from school and found her mother kneeling on the ground praying. "Mom?" she asked.

Her mother stayed down for a second before slowly standing up. She was dressed in her normal outfit- a long plain dress she had sewn herself. Her eyes narrowed when she caught sight of her daughter. "Stay away...I know what you are."

Estie took a small step closer to her mom, "I don't...what's going on mom?"

Her mom shook her head. "I've known ever since you were a little girl...I tried to get you to be better. I tried to raise you right. But now look at you...dressing like a whore. And...and..." she pointed a long, pale finger in the direction of Estie's room.

Estie barely had to turn her head to see her room. Her door was wide open and her room was trashed. Clothes were thrown all over the floor, pillows torn open, and in the middle were her candles. And everything else she had been using to practice magic.

She shook her head, "No...no no no no no. You don't understand. Everything's okay, you just have to listen to me."

Her mom screamed, backing up, "Stay away from me, demon! You've turned your back on the Lord! I've been trying so hard to save you...but now I know. The only way to save is to rid the world of your influence."

And then she came at her. She seemed to have pulled the knife out of nowhere. Without thinking, Estie yelled, "Makria!" and her mother flew across the room.

"Oh god...mom I'm so sorry!" she moved in close to her mom who was lying on the floor. Carefully, Estie wrapped picked her mother's head up and placed it in her lap. "Mom? Mommy?"

Her mother's eyes flew open suddenly and she grabbed the knife off the floor, swiftly tearing it through Estie's skin. She screamed, jumping up and grabbing her arm.

"Get away from me, monster."

Still holding onto her arm, Estie nodded. "Okay mom. Alright."

And then she ran.

And she didn't stop running.

Hey Fanfiction! I don't know if this is all that good...it was really hard to write because I couldn't really figure out how to make her mom attack her. And halfway through it I realized it was sounding a bit like Carrie but whatever. It's not like her mom will really be all that in this.

So...this is my first story...and I hope you guys like it...if you did than please give me a review or a follow or a favorite or whatever. I would love to hear from you guys! One review and I'll update with Chapter One.