For the past fourteen years I've lived a lie.

I never knew about my real parents, my real family, nor my real powers. Well, I wouldn't call them powers…but I never knew what I was really capable of. It explains everything though, down to the tiniest detail. When I was twelve, odd things started happening. Little things, but still odd. A vase shattered when I was upset, a piece of cake floated over to me when I wanted it really badly, and so on. I got used to them, and my "parents" ignored it. They honestly should win an award for how much they hid from me. I can't blame them though. I wouldn't have told me either, especially when I found out the truth. You know how it is, when someone tells you something so unbelievable that you think it's a joke. How you laugh and keep waiting for them to tell you it was all for a laugh. Too bad this time that didn't happen. There was no laughter buried in their eyes, no smile tugging on the corner of their lips. How naïve they must've thought I was! Always a happy child, just shrugging things off as I went. I guess in the back of my head things never felt right. Their smiles were too forced, the love for me…too much. I never really fit into this happy family of four. My flaming hair never matched the dull brown of their own. The startling blue-grey that almost glinted silver stood out against my fair skin, while their own brown stared out from their tans. I was an outcast, and it took until yesterday for me to finally notice. My "parents" are glad that its over now; that I'm finally leaving. Was I that much of a burden? The little sister I had grown up with, she gave me hateful looks now. Like I was the gum on her huge shoes. Another difference, I was tiny compared to them, actually…I'm just tiny. The entire family had native American in them and it showed. All three were over 5'6, even Ashley who was only 14. They all wore over a size 8 in shoes, and all were of stockier build. With no knowledge of my ethnic background, all I can say is there must be Irish in me. I stand at a proud 5' even, and have a curvy, but still thin build. I've been called "fairy girl," "pixie," and similar names. Never really in a friendly manner though.

Yes, that's right. I said I never fit in with my family, but that's not all. Society never accepted me. I tried to be friends with the other little girls and boys, but once their parents saw me, they took them away. I shut out everyone eventually. Art became my escape, and I put my soul into everything related to it. I sang, danced, painted, sculpted, basically you name it…I've done it. It all makes sense why I made such good friends with the animals I had too. When I was involved with my art, apparently the happiness radiated off of me in waves. I'm not some emotional wreck of a girl, who has suicidal thoughts and is hateful towards everyone. Quite the opposite actually. I love people, I love being around them, and I love to talk. Sure, people tend to make fun of the fact I pierced my septum and went from calling me pixie girl to bull. I don't care though, why should it matter to them? They didn't talk to me before hand, its not like the little ring is stopping them. It's flipped up a good bit anyway, like it will have to stay until I get settled at the school.

The school…The curiosity is killing me. I've never heard of it, not surprising, but I wont be an outcast anymore. People will know what I am, and its okay because they're the same! I'll find real friends for once, people I can talk to and relate to. The one single letter that finally made it into my hands was a life saver. I flipped out when I found out that they had destroyed every letter I had gotten since I was 14. I turn 16 in a few months. How could they do that? They knew I felt different, and was treated like crap. I guess they never really cared. Oh well, like I said, I get to leave this place soon. My real parents left me a good sum of money, so I will have no problem getting what I need. I cant remember what the older gentleman said…its either Thursday or Friday I leave, only three or four more days. I wonder what it's going to be like, living in England.

I guess I should mention a few key things now, huh. My name is Evelyn Grace Jordan, I'm currently 15 years old, I just found out yesterday that I'm an orphan, and a witch. How's that for a Monday?