"Rosina…Rosina…It is time…" I sat up, sweating. The same voice had haunted me in my dreams...I had had the same voice speak to me in my dreams since I was small, telling me stuff, counselling me about my problems, but recently, it had stated things that I was clueless about…about magic and witches and wizards…the voice had been entering my dreams more and more. I told myself it was just a dream and fell back onto my bed. I slept a sleepless night, about evil, spells, green light, and murder.

My name is Rosina Ferrari, but no one called me Rosina. I never let them. It was too much of a girly name, so I got people to call me Roz. I have brown hair which went just below my shoulder. I have a stylish side fringe. Yes, stylish, but heck annoying as it kept covering my eye. I could never tie it back into my hair, it was always too short. Talking about my hair, my hair length always stayed the same. I couldn't grow or cut it. Once I tried cutting my hair like a boy's so I didn't need to tie it up everyday but when I woke up the next morning, my hair was the same as before. This has never bothered me. I had grown used to it and also, when I asked my parents, they just smiled and told me I was special. Another one of my weirdly abnormal features I had grown used to was my colour changing eyes. They are usually clear blue when it's neutral but it turns into a lot of berserk colours according to my mood. My two unique features had never made me think I was that different to the other kids. Well, I had a huge immediate family. There was mum, dad (Krystal and David), Sophie (11), the twins Tyler and Sam (10), the other twins Clara and Charlotte (6), Charlie (8), Miles (4) and Hope, the newborn baby. And of course there's me, and at age 16, I was the eldest. Actually, my immediate family forms practically my whole family. My mum was an only child and Dad's older brother had only one child, around the same age as me, but we never see each other often since they live halfway across the world.

Us nine kids were all home-schooled because we live in a small town in the middle of nowhere in the countryside. My parents taught my siblings while I had a tutor who came every weekday. Mum and Dad said I was too old for them to teach and should have a better education. When I was a little younger, I whined to have my parents enrol me at a school but the nearest school wasn't for a mile or two so I stopped complaining. I secretly wished I went to a normal school but my parents already have my eight siblings to look after and I didn't want to be a burden to them.

Sometimes, I wonder if I really belonged to my family. All of my brothers and sisters and my parents had fairly light hair and in Hope's case, it was whitish-blonde but my hair was brown. When I asked, my dad said I had my grandfather's hair. But what would I know about that? I had never even seen him in photographs, let alone met him.

Time for a bit of my family history. My great great grandfather was Enzo Ferrari, the founder of the famous race cars. But my father didn't inherit the company. My uncle, who lives all the way around the world, did – he was the favourite one. My dad, however, inherited the somewhat huge mansion we were living in now. That and money enough to last all of our lifetimes. Compared to my uncles', our life would've been very poor as he got twice the money we have, every week. His son would probably be posh and spoilt.

The restless night caused me to be very moody and grumpy when I got out of bed at 7:30. My eyes were grey and the wind howled from outside. I went downstairs, passing the kitchen, where my parents were making breakfast. As I passed, my mother called out to me, "Hun! Breakfast in a few minutes!" but I ignored her. "Well, she's in a bit of a mood today, isn't she?" I heard mum say to dad. "Don't worry, it'll clear by midday and when it does, the storm will go with it," Dad chuckled. I was already at the far end of the corridor but I still heard it because of my sharp hearing but I completely ignored. He had obviously forgotten about my ears. It seemed they were supersonic and I heard a lot. If I strained hard enough, I could hear a floorboard creak on the other side of town. I made my way along the corridor to the living room and switched on the TV. I realised there was nothing good on as I flicked through the channels. Upstairs, I heard my baby sister awake and start wailing. 'Urgh,' I thought when my mother told me to go upstairs and bring Hope down but I still, reluctantly, did her favour.

Hope stopped crying at once when she saw me step through the door into her room. She smiled at me, showing a few of her newly grown teeth. I smiled and picked her up. She always cheered me up. I glanced out the window – it had stopped raining and a bit of sunlight had started to shine through the clouds.

Downstairs, in the kitchen, Roz's Dad looked out the window and smiled 'it seems Roz has cheered up already' he thought to himself.

"Mum! Dad!" I shouted as I tried to get downstairs as quickly as I could, which was particularly difficult as I had a baby in my arms. I ran into the kitchen. "Hope just spoke her first word!" I chattered excitedly and Hope, right on cue, sweetly said, "Roz," I was so excited! My baby sister had just said my name! Mum and Dad were beaming when I handed Hope over and it seemed like Mother Nature was pretty happy too as all the storm clouds had cleared.