Let me get this straight. My life is very complicated. These are just several facts about my life right now: My name is Kathy Lilith Cyrus, I'm not related to Miley Cyrus, I was adapted when I was three, I have a brother and sister, but I'm the only one who's adapted. My sister's name is Abbey Ellie Tower; my brother's name is Kean Joe Tower. I'm the odd one of my family. I'm kinda crazy as well.

It's the summer holidays and I'm relaxing in my small lilac and black room. All the furniture is black and my walls are lilac. I have just left my primary school; I live in s tottery catchpole Britain. Nothing exciting ever happens, apart from going surfing maybe. I sit in my bedroom reading Jane Eyre, a book that I barely get, I'm no good at anything apart from reading and writing maybe but I'm not that great anything else. Everyone is always calling me hurricane because my real name is Katrina- as in the hurricane.

FLASHBACK:

''Oi! Hurricane! How's life doing? Remember not to get too angry or else something might blow up! Maybe that place in America. Or you- that would save several thousand people!'' Calls a really tall fat kid. He's in my year and is the biggest bully. He even leads a gang.

''Go away! Go pick on someone your own size! Maybe another baby killer whale? That'll do!'' I shout back, I'm good at defending myself with witting remarks. He walks off laughing about me loudly. I go find my only five friends. They only tease me because I'm so logical and I'm the best in the class at English. They tease me because most times something blows up or goes wrong around me.

END OF FLASHBACK

So yeah, people hate me. I have hardly any friends and everyone avoids me because of my blowing up habits. I'm just the short skinny kid. Anger builds up inside me and the sofa, that I'm staring at, bursts into flames. I scream and imagine it in water and the sofa is not on fire, nor wet. The fire didn't affect it at all. I change into my ballet tights and navy blue leotard. I'm in grade five and I collect up my ballet shoes and put them in a small handbag. I pull on my trench coat and my adapted mother, Ellen, waits outside my room downstairs. My house is upside down. You climb some stairs and you enter a tiny level. Go up two stairs and you end up at the downstairs bathroom and my bedroom. If you take the other route, go up three stairs and end up at the kitchen, my step mothers, step dads and brothers rooms, if you go up more stairs and straight ahead you end up at my six year old sisters room and the upstairs bathroom. If you take the other route you get to the huge lounge. There's also a flat below my house. We're planning to buy it. I pull on a light jumper and a pair of open toe denim wedges.

I do my ballet class and achieve many compliments. I have a friend called Shannon who goes, she has a habit of blowing up the speakers in ballet class too. I have to smirk or laugh every time it happens. Next modern; a style of dance that allows you to be free, though it involves you being rather flexible. Well, it's good as I'm very flexible- I have to be able to do the splits for cheerleading and I can do the crab with straight legs and I can do handsprings, walkovers and round offs. Though this girl in cheerleading, who's better than me at gymnastics and dance, always teases me. I brush the comments off. I finish and run out to my step mother, who picks me up. I then change and play in the park with my nine year old brother and six year old sister. I play on the swings and notice a red haired pair of twins and a red haired boy, who, looks about my age, on a bench chatting. A red haired girl then run's into the park. She sits on the swing beside me and she shouts to the boy's.

''Oi! Bet you can't swing as high as me!'' She laughs they look over and see me beside her. My brother and sister are playing chase around another part of the park. I get off the swing and wonder over to the bush, with a lonely and empty feeling. I take my anger out on a small bush and set fire to it, purposely. I watch the flames char away the bush and then I stop it with my imagination. My sister and brother don't look, this happens every day. The red haired girl wonders over and the bush is as it was before I set fire to it.

''That's cool.'' She says. I smile up at her.

''Thanks, most people call me dangerous. I tend to blow up everything accidently. I can't even use a phone without it going haywire.''

''It's okay, what's a phone?''

''Don't you know? Maybe your family calls it something different.'' I say. She beams up at me. I think she's about a year younger than me. I'm eleven.

''Yeah, maybe.'' She adds. I kinda find it strange that she doesn't know what a phone is though. The two boy's hurry over and one of the twins cat call. I roll my colour changing eyes. I'm not even pretty! Probably just being sarcastic. My eyes change colour! That's just creepy! From brown to green! I carried on ripping leaves and setting fire to them and watching them repair themselves. They watched amazed. My brother and sister came over.

''Have you made friends? I thought you had none.'' Says my sister. I look at her daggers and stop setting fire to the leaves.

''If you go away I will play with you in a second.'' I say and they go play some more.

''So where do you live?'' A twin asks.

''Just across the road. What are your names?''

''Mines Ginny Weasley.'' The girl smiles. ''I'm ten. Turning eleven in half a year.''

''I'm Ron Weasley.'' The boy who looked my age says.

''I'm Fred and he's George.'' Says one twin and he shakes my hand.

I laugh and try to note features. George had lighter eyes than Fred and more freckles.

''They look nothing like you, them.'' Says Ron, pointing to Abbe and Kean. I agree. They both had blonde hair, brown eyes, had lightly tanned skin and no freckles. They were average size. I had bright emerald eyes, a very pale complexion, light brown hair, with golden glittering highlights and several freckles and I was quite short and very slim for my age.

''Yeah, I was adapted at the age of three by them. I was orphaned. A serial murderer killed my parents. It was in the newspapers and everything. It was a brutal and puzzling murder. They still haven't figured it out.'' I say sadly. They nod and Ginny hugs me.

''We would say maybe you could come ours today but it's too messy.'' Ron laughs. I smile sweetly.

''Thank you for the thought.'' I say.

''We better go.'' They say and I look up at the sky. It's nearly dark and then I saw my adapted mother, Ellen, waving us back in.

''Me too. Bye.'' I say, laughing and feeling very bold. A car blasts music, passing by and I start dancing around. They look at me like I'm mad. I hug them each and we agree to meet tomorrow. I collect Abbe and Kean and we walk in.

''Who were they?'' Asks Ellen. ''You never have any friends apart from Shannon!''

''Oh just, Ron, George, Fred and Ginny Weasley.''

''I don't recognise them.''

''Yeah, neither do I but I've arranged to meet them tomorrow.'' I say she beams at me.

''Okay then, you're hair's a mess by the way.''

''Okay, thanks for the notice.'' I smirk and walk off to my room and manage to tame my very thick, slightly wavy hair. I climb into my pj's and get to sleep.

I'm awoken with a loud tap on my window. Then another. I open my eyes and rub them. Climbing out of bed, I pull up my too big pyjama shorts. I open the blind to reveal a tawny owl pecking at the window. I open it and it flew inside carrying a small envelope. On the envelope my address stands clear.

Miss K.L Cyrus

The second biggest bedroom,

12 Otter falls

Watery way

St Ottery Catchpole

I think someone made a mistake. Who would send me such a stupid letter with an owl? I lay on my sofa and left the owl on my desk. I started to peck me, then harder.

''Ow! Stop! Stop! Fine I'll open the letter!'' I cry, there are holes in my nightclothes. I wish them to be like they were before, they are like they'd never been pecked. I smile to myself. I was totally normal, wasn't I? So what if I accidently blew up bushes, or anyone. He teachers all hated me at my primary school.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITHCHCRAFT AND WIZADRY.

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss K.L Cyrus,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

Another letter was enclosed.

Please be ready in twenty minutes to go to Diagon Alley to pick up you're supplies for Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Someone will be there to take you.

From Minerva McGonagall. Deputy head mistress.

I smirk. What a joke. Me a witch? Yeah right. Magic doesn't exist. I ignore the letter and whip into some house clothes, I then lie down on my sofa and start to read. I start reading about a book about the spider wick chronicles. I love fantasy books! I read and twenty minutes later the doorbell goes. I hear stamping of feet.