I wake to my absolutely wonderful adoptive mother yelling, "SAMANTHA JANE, IF YOU DON'T GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW, YOU WILL NOT BE EATING FOR A MONTH!" In case you're wondering, she doesn't really have a very vast knowledge of how the human body works. She doesn't understand that a human being can only last so long without food. I, however, know this from experience. One time, when I was five, I dropped the breakfast I was making for everyone. I had to start from scratch. Everyone purposefully walked all over it, making sure to get it filthy, and then sat by as the dog licked it. That was the only food I was allowed to have that week. I have tried my best to make sure I don't screw up.

"Coming!" I shouted, groggy, having just woken up. I jump out of bed, and grab a pair of jeans and an old T-shirt from my dresser. I don't have many clothes and all of the ones I do have, are handmedowns from my adoptive sister, Jess. Even though she is remarkably skinny, her clothes are still way to large for me. She may be skinny enough to fit through a keyhole and pick the lock, but I am skinny enough that I can just squeeze through in between the tiny space between the trim and the door that even the dust has trouble getting through. She is skinny naturally, though, so on her, it's beautiful. On me, I look like an underfed zombie.

I throw on my clothes and do some quick makeup to cover my acne. The only reason I have makeup is because Hess throws things out monthly, so I've kinda stocked up on all her half empty bottles of concealer. I look at mys•elf in the mirror before going downstairs. I look at my large metallic grey eyes and at my long mess of orange locks. My adoptive parents hate it, but I, personally, love it, so every time they dye it, I screw up my face in concentration and my hair pops back to orange. I have discovered that I can change any thing about my appearance. I can even get a pig snout. The only reason I don't is because if I did, I would not be me. My hair is naturally bright orange, and my eyes have always been startling grey. With one last glance at my reflection, I run down the stairs, into the kitchen, and start pulling out the things I needed to make breakfast.

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adter a the breakfast things are put away and cleaned by me, I here the mail come in through the mail slot. I tell my 'parents' that I'll get it, as I do every morning (except for Sunday's, as there's no post on Sunday's). I get up and walk down the hall tithe front door. I take a quick look through them, and realize that one of the letter was addressed to me. Knowing that they do not approve of me having contact with the outside world, I hide the letter on the back of my sock, taking a hairband, and rolling it up my leg so that it holds the letter firmly to my leg. I was finally grateful for pants that were too big. I scooped up the rest of the letters and quickly went back to the kitchen. After handing out the letters to their owners, I say that I am not feeling well and head up to my room. As soon as I close the door, I reach down and yank the letter from my sock. I tear it open after making sure that the letter is actually addressed to me.

Samantha Jane Derwin

The Attic

Number 16 N. Grenadier Rd.

I, after opening it, read every word slowly, taking every word in. I was excepted at a school, a school that I had never heard of before. The letter clearly states that they thought o was a witch, which I took offense to at first, until I reized they must mean a female wizard. I decided this must be one of Jess's jokes, as she was always trying to get me into trouble. But, as I though about it, I pondered all of the strange things I've made happen then my temper got the bettor of me. And the fact that I could change my appearance at will. I guess this letter must be true, but, as I have no idea how to get back to them, I decide to just wait it out. See what happens

Hey guys! Sorry of its a bit short and/or boring. This chapter was really just setting the story into motion I thing the next couple chapters may be as well. :P Fair warning. I also apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes. You know how stupid autocorrect can be. Oh well. I'll have the next chapter up in a little bit. Oh yeah! My other two stories, The Big Adventure, and the Violet and the Winter Soldier one are both kinda on hiatus. Not really sure what to do with them, as my coisin was the one that actually write them. So…yeah.

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