Well, this is basically off of the first book, so if you don't like it, or don't want to re-read it, don't read this. I was bored and got into it. Maybe when I finish this book I'll just make up a completely different story. Or I'll find the second book and go on from there. I might even do both. I have a lot of time on my hands. I'll let you know which I choose. For now, bare with this story

Chapter one

I'd like to say that I don't remember much, but the truth is I remember everything. It's strange I even remember before the incident where I woke up unconscious with a hole in my arm lying down in a strange place. That day changed my whole life.

On that day I entered into a world I didn't even knew existed. Well I didn't think it was real or anything. Before I go on, I should probably tell you who I am. My name is Lorelei. I forgot my last name, and no one can remember it for me either. If you ask me their bothersome. Who needs a last name anyway? Who needs a family, oh that's right a 'normal person' would need a family. But me, I haven't had one since well ever since I can remember.

I once had a mother. She was a musician, a beautiful one at that. All the boys went after her. She must've said yes to one of them because she soon had me! He didn't stick around though. I was too young to fully understand it all so I never got a chance to ask, but that didn't matter to me. Each night I got to watch my mother play the violin, the cello, the flute, the piccolo, the piano, anything that could carry a tune she could play. I wished I could play like that. I couldn't even read. Before school even began, my mother made me have private lessons she wanted to make sure that I wouldn't end up like her. Although I didn't know what was wrong with ending up like her.

She was the wealthiest person I knew and many other people knew that too. She said she had luck but I guess I missed that luck. By the time, I was five I was declared to have ADHD and dyslexia. How I could be proven to have dyslexia when I was so young I could barely pronounce ADHD is far beyond me, but when I wrote I wrote things backwards, and I couldn't sit still for more than five minutes.

But my mother said she'd teach me the secrets on how to listen to the music around me. She said that would let me sit still, as long as I listened, and listen I did. I was a musical prodigy according to my mother. The only thing I could write was sheet music, so that's what I did. And the only thing that I could sit with for more than ten minutes was playing music so that's what I did. I didn't know it was such a big deal. She said I was lucky, lucky that I could do anything I wanted with music.

She enrolled me in ballet and the teacher put me in advance quickly. I could demi-plie, arabesque, devant, fouette en tournant, grande jette, and do pointing techniques better than half the class. That's right I was pointing before I was five. It was a lot of hard work but I enjoyed it all. I enjoyed playing with my mother, dancing in a frilly tutu while she played Tchaikovsky's Waltz of the Flowers from the Nutcracker. That's why I thought I was lucky; I was lucky that I'd be with my mom, who was so kind and so loving. She didn't see me as an ADHD kid who couldn't read or write worth anything. But as a prodigy. Me, a prodigy and she was proud to call me her own child. She was happy to call me her daughter. I was lucky to have a mother like her.

My luck ran out quickly. At the lucky age of six, my mother was killed in front of my eyes. Cecilia was killed in front of my eyes. The only thing I remember was seeing her turn to dust. Literally. She turned into a shimmering silver light and fell to the ground. My eyes filled with tears… my vision became blurry. But then my vision did more than blur, it weakened it dimmed and soon I could see nothing. At the lucky age of six, I was blind and declared an orphan since I had no father that I knew of, and no other family members.

My mothers' sister had been killed, and her parents were dead. I was alone in the world of New York. When my mother died, I was sent away to some orphanage. They took everything from me. Everything. I resent them for that. They sold my mothers things like it was a cheap… But I'm getting off track. This isn't about my tragic life, this isn't even really about me, its about someone like me, how we met, and how our fates were somehow locked since the day I was born. I'm at my sixth orphanage, yes my sixth.

You see I've been transferred from orphanage to orphanage. No one could take me. The first one said I was catatonic when I really just didn't want to talk (I did watch my mother get killed). The second said I was hyperactive though all I wanted was a little activity, to dance and play some music. The third said I was clinically insane though I didn't mean the place to burn down like that and me writing backwards I can't help it.

They were lucky I could even remember how to write; I was blind. The fourth…well you get it. Now I'm at my sixth orphanage and they're about to send me out too. I tend to wonder what grade I would be in if I was in school since I'm 11 but what would it matter? They think I'm mentally challenged. Just because I can't read, a 'Girl' or 'Boy' bathroom sign in Braille does not mean I'm stupid. The brail is just too complicated.

"This is your last shot you hear me Lorelei!" I didn't respond to our head masters warning. "One more stunt and you're out of here. In a year you're mothers will comes to play and you'll attend Yancey academy. That school's filled with miscreants like you,"

"If only there was a place to put you," I had whispered to myself

"What's that!" she yelled back at me

"Nothing," I said innocently. I got up, picked up my cane and left before she said I could leave. I could hear her calling me rude from inside even though I was already out the door. All my other senses got better when I went blind. I don't even need this stupid white cane for me to see around….well maybe I'm over exenterating on that one. Whenever people talk, or the wind blows, even when my cane taps the ground I hear.

I hear the sound waves reverberating off the walls and I see faintly. Outlines mostly, but it's better than nothing. One thing I do well is sit and write on lined paper. But, I don't write words; no I write music. Though there isn't a piano or violin around I can still write perfectly straight on lined paper, it's specifically made for the blind. And I can write books and books of it. I couldn't read any of it, but it was a nice thing to have if I ever got bored. I got kicked out of my last orphanage for being in a fight, but I didn't cause it. One of the older girls took my sheet music and tore it up; it made me so mad. I blanked out and apparently she had a broken arm from 'falling', but I won't get kicked out until I'm old enough to go to this school my mom wants me to go to. When I finally turn 18 I have a right to all the millions of money my mother has for me. I might even see my old piano or my old house.

All I have to do is last this terrible place.