I rubbed my mouth sorely, feeling my jaw pop. Ouch. I stood up slowly, watching that same old blue, shiny car drive down the dusty road. One of them turned around and laughed at me as they drove away.

"HEY!"

I looked over my shoulder, rolling my eyes as Damien raced towards me, his facial expression full of worry. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you?"

"I'm fine," I said sorely, kicking the dust and beginning to walk home. "Just a bit bruised is all." Damien's gray eyes were stormy.

"You really shouldn't let them do that to you."

"I'm fine!" I said, shrugging coolly. "I'll get them next time."

"There'd better not be a next time," Damien said, sticking out his tongue. "Or I'll tell."

"You wouldn't," I said, glaring at him as our house came into view. "I'd be on you in a second."

"NO!"

I winced as my mother's shriek resounded across the yard. She came running towards me, her eyes wild, but scared.

"Honey," she said, quivering, feeling my face. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I mumbled, wincing as she touched my eye, which was very sore.

"Damien," my mother scolded, taking off her blue checkered apron. "Didn't I tell you to watch out for him?"

"I was," Damien said quietly, "But they're fast."

"Wait a minute," I growled, staring up at Mum. I couldn't believe this. "You wanted Damien to watch out for me? Of all people, you choose a baby?"

"I am NOT a baby!" Damien exclaimed. "Shut up! Just because you're older by five stupid minutes doesn't make you better than me."

"I never said I was better than you," I smirked. "I just said you're a baby."

"Be quiet!" Mum snapped, putting a little more pressure then necessary on my tender jaw. "I should've seen this coming. Those Bristows are merciless. Inside, both of you. Charmont, wait for me at the table."

I growled. I hate the name Charmont. We've got to replace it.

Glaring over my shoulder at my mother, I stomped inside my house.

Kay smiled at me cheekily. "Way to be a man, Charmont."

I scowled at him darkly. Kay flinched a bit. I think the black eye made it more menacing. I have three brothers, Kay, Sam and Damien. Technically I have a fourth, but we're not getting into that. Kay and Sam are identical twins, and you can only tell them apart because Kay has an earring. They're both thirteen and brown haired like me, but their eyes are blue. Sam on the other had is more quiet and reserved, while Kay is loud and...stupid.

We were sitting in my room, which is very small compared to everyone else. I have a small little bed (which will have to be replaced once I hit my growth spurt), a dresser, a closet for my clothes, and every other wall is covered with posters and stuff, like Quidditch.

Oh, by the way, my family? We're wizards, the lot. Me and Damien aren't yet, but Mum, Dad, Kay and Sam are. They all have wands and everything. Me and Damien will have our go this fall, when we go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And Quidditch is a sport played on brooms.

Sam nudged me slightly. "What do those Bristows have against you?"

I shrugged, truly not knowing the answer.

Hello, everyone, I'm back. Sorry for the long hiatus, I kind of didn't know where to go with A New Day. So, I'm trying something new. Give a few shouts and tell me what you think about it. VGR