I'm not normal.
I'm not sain
Most would even say I'm not human.
And they'd be right. I don't know what I am any more. I bask in others pain and relish in their suffering. I can hurt people. Allot. Nobody blames me they say it's to be expected of an abused child, but I wasn't that abused. Sure my father may have swung for me a few times, but he's never actually hit me. I might have grown up way too fast but I can't change that.
Someone else did though. His name was Adford bleak. He told me I am a witch and that all the weird things I had done were magic. He also told me I was fostered. That my mother and my father aren't my biological mother and father. He said he'd train me. Said I'm special and that I need schooling in the ways of magic. Not many people have the ability, only a few people from every generation can control and bend this magic to work for them. Mr bleak explained that I would go to a remote school in the Arctic Circle. It is called the royal Lectindale academy and only people like me can go there.
And this is how I ended up sat on a plane to some unknown school. Miles away from home. With nobody i knew to help me through this, but i like kind of it. I've always liked to be alone. Find things out for myself. I don't remember the last time I asked anyone for help and I'm not going to start needing help now.
i know its not much but what does everyone think and should i continue writing x