Hey, I'm Megan, your average fifteen year old girl, right? Wrong, way wrong. Until very recently, I thought that was what I was. I am, in fact, a witch. Witch, you ask? Not the kind you find in Wizard of Oz or in horror tales with the wart on her nose. Well, anyway, I getting ahead of myself, so I'll start from two weeks ago on a helicopter trip with my dad.

I was in my dad's helicopter somewhere over Scotland. My dad absolutely loves helicopters and I absolutely love photography.

So about a year ago we decided that we would take monthly trips to various places around Europe for me to take photos and for my dad to just well, spend time with his helicopter.

This month's trip was to Scotland and off in the distance I saw a beautiful lake that would make an excellent picture.

I asked my dad to fly to the right and soon we were close to the lake.

Whoa... this lake is huge.

On the other side of the lake, I could see what I thought was a castle.

That's so beautiful!

I centered the shot around the lake but on the side, you could see the mysterious castle. I had just taken the picture when my dad turned the helicopter around.

"Dad, where are you going?" I asked with a puzzled look on my face.

Dad looked pale and somewhat... missing.

"I've just remembered. I have a dentist appointment tomorrow, so we have to go home early."

What is he talking about?

I usually schedule and a keep track of all his appointments and whatnot ever since Mum died. Dad didn't have another dentist appointment for another month.

"Dad, what are you talking about? That's not for another month!"

"No, no, no! Its tomorrow, I'm sure of it!"

"Ughh... Fine." There was no point in fighting with him, he was the one flying the authorized aircraft.

Two hours later, we arrived at our flat. I took off my shoes and put some food on the stove. My dad came over to the little table in the corner and sat down.

"So, honey. Did you get enough good shots?" My dad asked with true curiousity.

That's what I love about my father. When he asks a question, he means it. He doesn't just ask questions just to show he's a "good" father. He talks to me like I'm his equal, or higher. He listens like he's learning something new.

"Not as many as I wanted... What was with the whole dentist thing?" I checked the calendar on the refridgerator. "Your next one isn't until August 12th."

"I could've sworn it was tomorrow. I must've just brain-farted." He said with a chuckle. I sighed and went back to my cooking.

The next morning, I went into my dark room in the back of the flat to collect the developed pictures. I went through them all, but paused on the one of the lake and the castle.

This one feels... different.