I've been getting lots of ideas lately, so I thought, why not do this one?

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Leila's POV

"Mom, please, don't do this. You know I can hide it well!" I exclaimed, had I not lived until this very day, with no one finding out about my magic? I felt angry tears build up in my eyes.

"Leila, honey, you know that is not the point. It is very important for you to go."

"Yeah, very important, that you didn't go there your self." I replied sarcastically. Her gray eyes hardened. Oh shit. I braced myself for what was coming next. I saw a flicker of pain in her eyes, but was rapidly replaced by determination.

"You're going. Even if I have to drag you by your hair to get you there." I flinched at the picture. I did not want my precious hair to be pulled like that. She smiled at my reaction.

I was not going down without a fight. Or, well, at least a little scene. Who cared if it was totally against my character, right now.

I looked at her coldly, letting my tears escape – very – dramatically, I turned around and practically ran up the stair case, my long black hair flying behind me. I went into my room and slammed the door. Hard. I smirked. I didn't sign up and waste all of my summer break in drama class for nothing. Acting childish somehow made me feel better.

"I couldn't do anything else anyway." I muttered a stupid excuse.

I walked across my room and opened my balcony door. I took a few steps and got a hold of the beautiful black railing. I put my elbows on the railing and put my chin in my cupped hands. I looked up at the star filled night sky. God. It is affecting me. Just like mom said it would. I sighed. I stood there for a while, just thinking. I took one last look at the sky and the full moon before going inside.

Amu's POV

"Mama?" I asked my eyes wide with shock.

"I'm sorry Amu. But, like I told you, it's important for you to go."

"So, are you telling me I have to go to some Magic Academy? To 'train and discover' my 'powers'?" I looked at the photo of the academy that was in my hand, again. The academy was huge. It was supposedly a very good school to go to. It looked like a gigantic castle. And it seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. I gulped. "So, when am I leaving?"

"Tomorrow."

"Where's papa?" I asked, I wanted to see his reaction. "Do you think he'll let me, mama?"

"He had to think about it, but I gave him no choice. Amy will be going to that Academy when she's old enough, too." I nodded.

"I'll go pack." Was all I said before I left the room.

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