I had always known there was something different about me. Ever since I was little I could tell. I wasn't like the other kids, they were popular, I wasn't. I didn't fit in. Not at school, nor the park. I remember watching the kids run around playing with one another. Always leaving me out.
I didn't fit with any particular group in my school. From kindergarten until I was in the fifth grade, no one wanted to be around me. I didn't fit in. Until that fateful day when I turned eleven. I got a letter, from a school I had never heard of. A school of magic.
My mother had always claimed we had some kind of power. She practiced an earthly form of magic in our attic. My father wouldn't let me disturb her, he didn't truly get it either. Then he left, he said he was unable to handle it any more. He packed up his things that left us. Some father he was.
Any way, that letter was addressed to me. My mother saw it and squealed with joy! She was so pleased that I'd gotten accepted to a school I'd never applied to. But anything that made her happy, made me happy as well.
The school I started going to wasn't like the stories you hear about boarding school. It wasn't dull in the least bit! We practiced earth bound magic, a magic that I was somewhat familiar with. My mother had tried to teach it to me, but I was impatient.
Our curriculum is as follows:
First block – Herbs
Second block – Intro to Magic
Third block – Intro to Potion brewing
Fourth block – Earth Magic
Fifth block – Animal Magic
Sixth block – Fire Magic
Seventh block – Water Magic
Eighth block – Ancient Magic
We learned about every kind of magic there was. Our teachers said that we would bond with an element, that element was inside us and we would learn to channel it and become stronger. Once we found our element, we focused heavily on it, however we still practiced the other elements, just to be on the safe side. I didn't understand it, but I paid attention to them, hanging on every word they said.
As for our teachers, they weren't old and withered as one might think. No, they were far from it. They looked no older than twenty and younger than forty. They had brilliant minds, all of them focused and so passionate about what they were teaching. This provided students that were also interested in learning, and as first years, we soon discovered our element.
At my new school, I finally belonged. I fit in with others of my element and I finally had friends. I was finally part of the "In" crowd. My crowd. It was fabulous, it was heavenly. Until I got yet another letter, that ruined everything I had come to know and love.
After a little history of my beginning, I shall introduce myself. My name is Krystle Attwater. I'm currently sixteen years old and I live in the United States of America. My mother's name is Terra Aarden, her element is of the earth, which greatly explains how our names have been chosen. Her names means land or earth in Latin, mine means ice. Which truly tells all about the element I bonded with.
But that's not the point of the story. The point is, my mother got a letter from England, who she knows in England is beyond me, but this letter contained crucial information that shook me to my very core.
"We're leaving?! Are you out of your mind?! I can't leave!! I finally fit in!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs at my mother.
"Calm down. Let's talk about this like civilized people," my mother insisted.
"I can't calm down! You're ruining my world here!" I screamed and wanted to tear my hair out.
"Something has happened, and it's very important we're closer to home," She said once more.
"Fine, fine. I'll deal with it. What about my schooling?" That was the most important question on my mind.
"Believe it or not, you're going to a wonderful school there. I've already made arrangements," she said, as calm as can be.
"Do they still have elemental magic there?" I asked, finally accepting me fate.
"No. But I've talked with your current school, and they're going to send all of the books, and lesson plans that you'll need. They're preparing them, I was even able to get the teachers to send a crystal orb with instructions if you get stuck. It'll all work out Krys, I promise!" My mother assured me and hugged me tightly.
I went up to my room and opened the water bottle laying on the desk. I began to feel for it's energy, begging it to open up to me. Once the water and I had bonded, I let out my rage, letting the anger become the water's anger, just to let it all out.
Outside, the sky grew dark with the arrival of rain. I let my bond with the water end, and walked out onto my balcony. The rain began to fall and pelted the ground as it hit. I smiled and threw my arms up to the clouds.
I had no idea how we were going to get to London, let alone how I would get to my new school. It bothered me that I was leaving the only place I fit in and was being thrust into a new world. But I had no power to change it, I just had to accept it.
We boarded the airplane with tickets my mother could barely afford. We sat in out seats, our luggage was being loaded, somehow my mother had made our small suitcases able to contain all of our belongings. She knew magic that I wasn't aware of. But how?
As our plane began to take off, I began thinking about how our new life would be. Our next stop was London. Even though I was powerless to stop change, I wished I could. I didn't want to leave my friends. On the bright side, I would make new friends. Maybe.