Hello! Wow, that is the first time I have said hello in English for a while. Hmm, interesting. Anyways, this is a new story of mine, it is about what I think will happen when Zia comes to Brooklyn House, and more importantly, when she enrolls in BAG. So, without further or do. Carter will do the first disclaimer of this story.

Carter: Well That was random.

Me: What?

Carter: Me doing the disclaimer.

Me: What? I meant why did you call my name?

Carter: What?

Me: My middle name, it's Random.

Carter: *-*

Me: Never mind, just do the disclaimer Shopping Cart!

Carter: DON'T CALL ME THAT!

Me: Whatever.

Carter: magicalunicorn000 does not own the Kane Chronicles.

Me: THANK YOU. Gee took you long enough.

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My room was… lavish. Yes, that's the right word. Lavish. It had a queen sized bed against one wall, the covers were sky blue, my favorite color. Coincidence? Probably not. It also had a large desk to one side, complete with all the school supplies I would be needing throughout the year, plus a sky blue Mac laptop. There was a huge walk in closet full of cute jeans, shorts, tops, jackets, sweaters, shoes, socks, some articles I won't mention, and YES! Six pairs of yoga pants. I love yoga pants.

Next to the closet was a bathroom, which was already stocked with a new toothbrush, toothpaste, sweet smelling perfume, and all that good stuff. Next to my bed was a bookshelf full of all my favorite books, plus some Egyptian artifacts. There was a hook above my bed, which Carter later told me was to hang my magic bag.

To the other side of my bed was a nightstand with a cool looking (sky blue) lamp and an Ipod charger doc on it, and next to that, a mini fridge. I opened it. Inside lay all my favorite treats: Twix, Snickers, Rolos, and Diet Sprite. On top of the fridge lay more snacks: pretzels, popcorn, Oreos, some fresh fruit, and gummy worms. Overall, the place was pretty freaking awesome.

I used a spell to immediately unpack all my things and put them away neatly. It was a very handy spell Iskandar taught me when I was ten. I walked over to the closet. I picked out a pair of white jean shorts and a purple long sleeved flannel shirt and put them on. Then I went into the bathroom to fix my hair and put on some perfume. It was perfect timing because at just that moment, Carter walked in.

"Hey." He called, closing the door behind him. "Settle…" He stopped and looked around. "How did you unpack so quickly?" He said in shock.

"Oh you know. I just put a little back into and before I knew it, I was done." I lied.

"So you used magic?"

"Pretty much." I said with a smirk. I walked out of the bathroom and sat on my bed. Carter sat next to me.

"I totally forget why I came up here." Carter stated.

"Umm, you wanted to see me?" I asked, raising my eyebrow at him.

"Well, that was part of it." He said smiling. "Oh yeah! Sadie wants to see you in the great room at five o'clock."

"Why?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Beats me. But she had that 'I'm going to get my way if it is the last thing I do' look on face when she said it."

"Oh great. That's my favorite look." I said sarcastically, falling back on the bed.

Carter laughed and said, "Yeah, and unfortunately it's hers too."

I smiled and looked at the clock. "4:59. I guess I better make my way down there."

"Yeah, unless you want her to come up here and drag you down." Carter joked.

I laughed, rolled off the bed, and grabbed Carter's hand. He put his arm around me and together we walked downstairs to meet my fate.

When we got downstairs, Sadie said, "You're late."

"By one second!" I cried defensively.

"Try one minute!" She shot back. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't hide a smile. Sadie was one of a kind. Carter and I sat on one of the couches and stared at Sadie.

"So… Why am I here?" I asked bluntly.

"We need to figure out your talent." Sadie replied.

"What?"

"Your talent. I figured that if Amos wants you to have a normal life, you are going to have to go to a normal school like the rest of us." Sadie stated matter-o-factly.

"So then… why exactly do I need to have a talent?" I asked, still confused.

"Because… that normal school you'll be attending is called BAG."

"You go to a school called bag? Where do you go after that? A college named shoe?"

"BAG stands for Brooklyn Academy for the Gifted."

"Gifted in what?"

"You can be gifted in four different ways. You can be a singer, dancer, actor, or musician." Sadie paused as if waiting for me to say something. "Well?" She asked.

"Well what?"

"Are you gifted?"

"Ummmmm… no?"

"Zia! Be serious!" Sadie said, exasperated. "Are you a singer?"

I laughed. "Ha! Good one Sades."

"Okay then. Actor?"

"Sort of. I mean, I guess a little."

"Musician?"

"I can play the piano."

"That's a start!" she exclaimed. "Go sit over there and play me something."

"Now?"

"No. When I'm dead. Yes now."

"Umm, I'm not sure if I am really comforta…"

"NOW." Sadie said.

"OK then. Now." I went and sat at the piano bench. I stretched my fingers, and began playing the first song I could think of, Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. I thought I sounded pretty good. When I finished, there was silence.

Sadie broke it. "Nice! Okay, so playing the piano is definitely one viable option. But remember, BAG is extremely difficult to get into, so we have to keep our options open. So then Zia. Do you dance?"

"Anne Grissom taught me a few moves when I was thirteen. I probably remember some."

"To the training room!" Sadie exclaimed then raced up the stairs. Carter, Walt, Julian, Jaz, Alyssa, Sean and I followed close on her heels. When we reached the training room, Sadie was scrolling through her Ipod.

The training room is where most of our magical training takes place (obviously). It is a big empty room on the fifth floor of the mansion, and when I say it's big, I mean HUGE. It literally takes up the entire fifth floor. It has smooth wooden floors and shiny mirrored walls, which make it look like an actual dance studio. The only thing missing was a bar. And I mean like a dance bar that you use in ballet class, not a bar you drink at.

"Ready Zia?" Sadie asked.

"As I'll ever be." I tucked my shirt into my shorts so that if I did any flips or turns, no one would see my stomach. Sadie put on a song. I recognized it as I am Lost .

I remembered Anne Grissom teaching me contemporary dance, and tried to remember some of the moves she taught me; but once I got into it, I just let the music lead my body. I went on point for a while, I thought I had completely forgotten how to do that! I did many flips and twists and turns, whatever the music told my body to do. Each move flowed gracefully into the next, until I landed in the splits and the song ended. I stood up. Everyone was speechless. Oh God. Was it that Bad?

Sadie answered my question. "That… was…"

Well folks, that was the first chapter, hope you liked it! Please review and tell me if you think I should continue. Trust me, It will get better. I plan on going through Zia's entire experience at BAG, and possibly other's as well. Soooooooooooooooooooooooo… REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Gracias! Peace love and penguins. –magicalunicorn000