Hello, beautifuls. My name is Angel. Actually, it's really Angelica, but that's kind of a mouthful. So, I just wanted to tell you my story. It's very original, if you ask me.

I had lived in America my whole life. My family was the average middle class family, and I was the oldest of three. My mother was strict and overprotective, but that overprotective-ness was nothing compared to my father's. Dad had the idea that I was always a young girl stuck in his mind permanently and he teased me ALL the time. Quite annoying, if you ask me. My brother, Matthew (three years younger than I was), loved annoying me and my sister, Adelaide (two years younger than my brother). He would constantly make these weird noises and get all up in our faces, even after he was told to stop. My sister was the kind of person who loved to be in control. Everything had to go her way, or else.

They all had their good sides, too.

My mother was so much fun to be around, even with all her strictness. You just had to be extra careful to not insult her or her ideas (indirectly, as well) and do what she said. But once you knew the 'rules', she was a blast. My father was really hard to wind up, except when it involved money. I think that's where I got my non-temper at. My brother was really sweet once he stopped being annoying. My sister sucked up to anyone, which was a good thing if you were the one being sucked up to.

My mom and dad had light brown hair and blue-gray eyes. Addy had dark brown hair and blue green eyes, while my brother had blonde hair and blue-gray eyes. My blonde hair was a little darker than Matt's, but my eyes were lighter. Oh, yeah. And my whole family was obese and not fully human. Those two little details right there played a big part in my story.

Let me take a minute to explain. My dad's half angel and half wizard. A full angel can sprout wings, do Light magic with his/her scepter, has enhanced senses, and is supposed to rule over humans, protecting them and making sure that they don't commit crimes. Needless to say, the angels can't keep up very well. My dad's father was an angel and Dad's mother was a witch. My siblings and I are a fourth angel and a fourth witch/wizard (they named me Angelica just for the irony). That meant that we could sprout wings, perform Light magic easier than Dark, and we all had enhanced senses.

Mom is a full Elemental. An Elemental is really just a witch/wizard with the power to control a certain Element. There were six: Dark, Light, Earth, Air, Water, and Fire. My mother's Fire, my brother's Light, my sister's Water, and I'm Air.

You might be thinking, 'Wow. This girl has a LOT of powers.' Well, first of all, thank you! But, actually, it's not that rare. Most people don't know that they're part creature instead of fully human.

So, the whole thing started when I was in third grade. I had just moved from a public school to a private school, which taught magic. I hadn't been told about the magic part until I arrived there. I just thought that it was a military school where everyone stomped their way to class in an orderly line.
Once I arrived at my class, I was scared shitless. Everyone was wearing uniforms and chatting with others. Thy had known each other their whole life.

Then my savior came!

Jessica Winters introduced herself and eventually became my best friend. Jessica had light brown hair and deep blue eyes. Her eyes were her best feature. They had the depth and soul featured on makeup magazines. She was tall and it made me look like an even smaller midget when I stood next to her. She had a twin sister, Bailey, but I didn't meet her until fourth grade.

Bailey was short, like me, and had really super long blonde hair and hazel eyes. Needless to say, they weren't identical twins. Bailey's best friend was Wyome Marks. Wyome was tall, but not as tall as Jessica. She had dark brown shoulder length hair and emerald eyes framed with long, black lashes. We were all best friends, but we each had our own bestest-best friend in the whole wide world inside that little circle of love.

I loved them ALL! They all had great acceptance. They accepted me for who I was, after I told them in fourth grade. My parents didn't know that they knew, back then. They would've punished me so hard if they found out. Let's just thank the Supreme Being they didn't.

[A/N I'm going to say Supreme Being from now on instead of God or Allah or any other religious figure because I don't want to call out a certain religion]

It was when I came back to school in fifth grade that the shit hit the fan. I had become obese, like my family. At first, it didn't really matter. I knew that I was overweight, but no one ever said anything about it. Then Cain, the biggest troublemaker in school, called me a bitch behind my back. The pain I felt when I heard that was indescribable. That one word let loose all those insecurities which preyed on my very mind and soul like parasites, getting worst as time went on.

Now, I know that people are called names all the time, but it was a really small school (only about thirty people in each grade) and I wasn't prepared to be insulted. I had been living in a fantasy world that was shattered into dozens of minuscule pieces.

In sixth grade, I started trying to eat healthier. I stayed the same weight, but I grew into some of it. It was also in sixth grade that the most popular boy in school teased me about having to wear a mask to school. You remember my strict mom? Well, I was sick and she made me wear it. I had a crush on said boy at that time, so it hurt. It didn't hurt as much as what Cain called me, though. I never knew what Parker (the popular boy) said. He apologized, though. In front of the whole freaking class. He had to have had some balls to do that. I forgave him, of course, and I never held it against him. He proved to be nice, afterwards.

In seventh grade, it was much worse. The insecurities, I mean. My weight stayed the same, but I was still obese. They just grew and grew until they were out of control. It escalated much quicker because that was the year that I transferred to a different school (it was a boarding school) about six hours away from the one I first attended.

It was bad there. I was bullied whenever I walked down the hallways. People played loads of pranks on me, mostly harsh ones that were embarrassing and degrading. Even the people who didn't bully me just kept quiet and stayed away. I never went to the teachers about it because they all hated me. I'm not just saying that, they actually did. Why? Because when a student spreads rumors, it reaches teachers' ears. They believed those rumors.

About a month into school, I started cutting. The cuts relieved my pain and allowed it to flow from my body like the blood I drew.

Summer after that year was like heaven. Although my family was still annoying, it was ten million times better than school.

Eighth grade was when I was bullied physically along with the mental bullying. It was a few days into the first quarter when a group of three girls and five boys nabbed me from my favorite nature spot. They took me away from sight and kicked me while yelling insults.

Their cold eyes glared at me with a deep contempt.

"You're nothing."

"You're a stupid whore."

"You should die. Go kill yourself."

"You don't have anything to live for, since your family must hate you."

Each statement was punctuated with a kick, whether at my stomach or my head, it didn't matter. They kept on repeating the mantras, driving them into my mind for like.

The pain brought tears to my eyes, but I kept them from falling.

I missed my old friends. I wished I could talk to them.

That thought made the tears fall.

Events similar to that occurred throughout the whole year, and they eventually found ways to incorporate magic. no one knew about it except for me and them.

I lost around twenty pounds that year. At times, I had stopped eating altogether, but it didn't happen often, because then I'd feel faint. If you felt faint, then you wouldn't be aware of your surroundings. I feared being ignorant; if you were, then you wouldn't be able to pick up the important details. The more you observed, the more you knew what you could do.

It might not make sense to you, but it makes sense to me.

But, anyways, I only had a few fears. I won't list them at the moment.

At the beginning of seventh grade, I weighed 125 pounds. Maybe 130. I tried to not remember. At the beginning of eighth, it was 115. At the end, it was around 95. My all time low was 90. I wanted to get there again. I made a promise to myself that I WAS going to stick to and make happen. My stomach WAS going to be flat and I WAS going to weigh 90 pounds.

I was pretty short for my age at 5' 2''.

I moved to England before high school started. Which magic school was I going to, then? American schools started sooner than Europe. Of course, they also taught tons of Muggle skills, as well, but we were still more advanced than the average magical peers in Europe.

Well, my parents signed me up for Hogwarts. It sounded prestigious. I didn't like prestigious things. There were probably going to be a lot of stuck up snobs there. Even though I had a miniscule temper, snobs were pretty high up on my 'hate' list. Since I knew more magic, I was placed in Sixth Year. I met and became friends with-

Nah. I'll tell you the longer way.

A/N Was that good? PLEASE TELL ME! Anyways, I was copying and pasting it from my computer, but it pasted weirdly and there were, like, no page breaks whatsoever, so edited it (after realizing my mistake).

I know Angel sounds like a Mary Sue, and it might seem like that for a few chapters, but I do have the plot planned out and it's original. I try my hardest to not make my stories seem normal, but I had to have her like this to make the story work. She does have flaws, but her insecurity hides them, for now. PLEASE GIVE MY STORY A CHANCE! I'M BEGGING YOU!

And I'll try to update it each week. Here's some replies to comments.

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