Welcome to the first story I'm posting on this account. It's a Wizards of Waverly Place crossover. Enjoy it. It may or may not be finished. Review if you wish.

I like reviews.

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You want the truth? I don't think you can handle the truth.

Too bad. I'm telling you anyway.

My name is Alexandra Margarita Russo. I have an older brother, Justin, and a younger brother, Max. My mom is overemotional and my dad is overprotective. It seems as though my life is just as ordinary as every other teenage girl in New York City. This is where it gets fun. Despite my seemingly average self, I have abilities that others don't. In fact, my brothers do too. We're wizards. I know that anyone reading this right now wants to laugh, or is already laughing, and crumple this paper or close the browser window or quite possibly throw the book in a bonfire and walk away thinking that this is some elaborate hoax that I've sewn together. If you know me at all, you probably didn't even reach this sentence. But if you're still here, don't destroy this. Wherever you're reading this, whatever you're reading it in and whoever you are reading it with; it doesn't matter. Stay. Read. Enjoy.

Believe.

My family thinks I have no real special talents. I'm not very good at the magic stuff, and school is less than satisfactory. I might even consider myself a no-talent, boring, lackluster nothing if I wasn't writing this right now. The only talent I've ever expressed to my family is the ability to paint. I paint murals and paintings, the occasional sunny sky and a rainbow somewhere in between for a younger cousin for their birthday, and maybe some walls when I was younger. But my writing? I don't even think my family knows I can read, let alone form complete sentences on a piece of paper. Yes I, Alex Russo, write.

Stop laughing.

No, really, stop.

Thank you.

I have a poet's soul.

Okay, even I have to laugh at that one. I'm just kidding. I don't think I've written a poem in my life, if you don't count rhyming spells that I'm forced to make up in Wizard class. Yes, I attend Wizard's class. My father is our teacher, and together with my brothers, we practice spells in order to one day compete against each other in a bid to keep the magic we were given at birth. Everyone knows Justin will get the magic. It seems like a cruel, immortalizing joke to even ask Max and I to continue attending Wizard classes. As much as I would like to keep my powers, it would be stupid to think for a second that I will. Justin is smart.

I guess I can't just say that I'm a writer and a painter. I think all around, I'm just an artistic person. I'm not book smart, I'm street smart. I don't have that brainy, genius thing that Justin has going on, but instead I've got the go-with-the-flow type of attitude. Is that necessarily a bad thing? I don't think so. Do you want to know why? I'll tell you why; because my artistic talents are why I am where I am right now: Hollywood, California.

At this very moment, I am driving in the car with my dorky parents and my even dorkier brothers. Through the California streets, we drive and drive and drive. As we drive, I write and write and write. It's simple to say that many years from now, not a single soul will have read this paper other than me, and I will only have read it as I am writing it. But maybe someday, when I look back at my life and remember this, I can reread this paper and remember who I was now and make sure I've become no one I don't want to become.

I've heard Hollywood does that to you.

But I assure you, I am going to stay exactly who I am now.

My name is Alexandra Margarita Russo. I am a 16 year old wizard. My family is letting me move to Hollywood, California to act in a television show called So Random.

It's time to show my talent. Move over, Justin Russo.

Tell me what you think in a review. Thanks.

-Lis