"Wake up Bell!" screamed Carol.

I groan and cover my head with my tattered old red pillow.

"BELL!"Yelled Carol at a piercingly high octave.

"COMING! Geez." I yelled back. I hated my life so far I've been in 15 foster homes and I'm only 11. Carol and her husband Grant Bostwick are my foster parents now after Shelly and Harold got rid of me for bending all their silver ware. I think I may have some super power because I bent them all just by looking at them. Also I hate being called Bell. I prefer my actual name. Belinda Landon. I quickly got out of my cot only to be greeted by a piece of wood to the forehead. Dust came falling from the roof. Normal kids would say ceiling but I say roof because my room is the attic. A really dusty attic. I hastily put on my ugly neon green slippers. A welcome gift from the Bostwicks'. I slowly climb down the ladder and the stairs.

"I hope you like waffles." Said Carol. I hate waffles especially the artificially made. But I've been here only for 2 days. She doesn't know yet.

"I love them." I say acting happy. I put butter and strawberries on them and pick up my copy of Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone off the table and start reading and eating. Harry Potter series is the only thing that keeps me sane. Thank god for J.K. Rowling. It's hard to enjoy a good book while eating artificial paste so I put down the book.

"You kids still read books? I thought you now use laptops to read. It's 2008." Mused Grant. He was walking down the stairs rubbing his pot belly like he was pregnant.

"I like being old fashioned ok?" I retorted. It was true. I hate computers. One day when all computers break down what are you going to turn to? Books. That's what.

"Well I hope you enjoy walking to school. That's old fashioned." Said Carol walking down the stairs. The sight was gruesome. She was wearing a red velvet suit and a neon pink skirt with brown stockings. She was wearing heavy makeup and horrible perfume.

"I'm going to work now." Sang Carol. Carol is a real estate agent. Grant is a plumber. I got out of my chair grabbed my book and ran upstairs to my room. I opened up my suitcase. There were only a small amount of things the whole Harry Potter series (costed 120 dollars which were from my great aunt Gretel before she died), my Swiss army knife, a photo album, a model of Harry Potter's wand and some clothing.

"What to wear?" I murmured to myself. I looked on my desk to see if there were any clothes there. There was. My favorite purple t-shirt and jeans. I felt lazy so I decided to be a little silly. I raised up the wand model. "Accio purple t-shirt!" I felt a little breeze then somehow the t-shirt slowly flew to me. I looked at the t-shirt dazed. I decided to try again. "Accio jeans!" and just like the t-shirt it came to. I was so intrigued I started drooling. A bad habit of mine.

"Bell! You are going to be late for school of you don't get her right now!" Yelled Grant. I quickly changed, put away my suitcase, grabbed my grey hoodie put the wand in the inside pocket and ran out the door.