"CYINTHIA I SWEAR CHILD IF YU DON'T WAKE UP RIGHT NOW I'LL POUR THE DRINK OF DESPAIR ALL OVER YOUR FANCY ABNORMAL HAIR!" Well that woke me up. What day is it even? Tuesday? They all just seem to mesh together.

"I'm up ma!" I yell out, because I know that she's probably already in the shower by now. Haziness runs through my body and I let it carry me through my morning routine. I take out my fishtail braid and let the hair hang down, nice and wavy. I lazily reach for the Ten-Second Pimple Vanisher I just brewed last week and apply it on my face, watching the blemishes disappear. God I love magic. Then comes the Sleekeazy's Hair Potion to make my hair wavier, and I'm off to the kitchen.

My mom walks out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, looking at me very oddly.

"What?" I ask. "Did I forget to close the shutters again?" I open one of the cupboards and take out the Invigoration Draught, Crystal Essence, Antidotes for Common Poisons and a shot glass and make my morning drink. Much better than coffee in my opinion, and it makes me very immune to basic poisons because I've been drinking it for years.

"First of all, yes, you did, a Doxy came in and almost bit my arm off." She's still looking at me, worried. Why though?

"Sorry Ma, I was just so tired from packing." I take my morning drink and instantly feel energy running through my body. Now I'm actually awake.

Oh wait.

Shit.

SHIT.

"HOLY SHIT WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME IT WAS TODAY?" I run directly to the bathroom and quickly brush my teeth. I make a dash for my bedroom, and I can see my mom just sitting there, smirking as she read's her book.

"DON'T SMIRK MOM!" I head over towards my closet and pull out my studded leather corset, my denim wash shorts, and my loose knit white cardigan. I quickly dress and head over to my spare enchanted jewelry box, considering my regular on is in my bags. I take out my signature amethyst talisman necklace, and amethyst crystal curt in the small, perfect sphere that contains magic I've been slowly putting in for 8 years. Then I put on my protection ring, a medium sized band made entirely from jade. Then come my assortment of other enchanted rings and bracelets, like my bracelet that makes my magic undetectable. Illegal, maybe, but this way nobody can trace things back to me, and nobody will ever know it has that power. It reads as a charm to protect against sunburn. But I already am immune to sunburn thanks to my changeling heritage. Took me awhile for the bracelet to be powerful and undetectable, I only just finished it 3 months ago and I started last year.

"Cynthia, darling it's 10:00!" SHIT! I quickly grab the eyeliner and do a small amount of top liner, just enough that I made my eyes look a bit sharper, and a light bronze color along my crease, and some mascara. I grab all my makeup supplies and put them in a little bag, and then rush out to the living room where al my suitcases are. I grab my carry on pastel watercolor canvas drawstring backpack and put it in there. I take out my wand, and close the bag.

"Mom, can you help me with this?" My mom puts down her book and takes 2 of my 5 suitcases and drags them across the hardwood, making a clinking sound every time she came upon a new strip of wood. I take two suitcases as well, and leave them out on the porch. Once the luggage is all there, it's already 10:25.

"So you're sure that you have everything? Even the morning potions?"

I smile. "Yeah, I put the extras in."

She hugs me. "Oh, darling, I'm so happy for you! Even though I do think that corset of yours is a bit suggestive, I think you look great." I roll my eyes. "And you'll be great Cynthia. And remember; don't get tangled up in the wrong people. And heaven help me wear protection, please."

"Mom! That's not why I'm going there!"

"I'm just saying if you dress like that, boys are going to get special feelings which can lead to-"

"MOM!" She laughs hysterically. "Honestly darling, you think I mean too much of what I actually say." Mom puts her dark brown hair into a ponytail, and pushes the bangs that won't cooperate out of the way. Mom really is a beauty, and is a teenager at heart. I guess that's why we get along so easy. She's just like me.

A roaring noise splits the cheerful morning noises. I cover my ears to save my hearing from the gut wrenching sound of screeching metal.

"OH HONEY! LOOK THE TRAIN'S HERE!" She yells out as the noise starts to decline. A fast blur of an old-fashioned trolley speeds by the porch, endless cars meshing together until the train stops. A man in a grey suit walks out of the trolley containing hundreds of teenagers looking at me like I'm from the moon.

"Herein, Cynthia?" He calls out in a large, booming voice.

"Yes?" My stomach drops. Oh my god. This is actually happening. I feel sick.

"May I have your wand for identification purposes please?" I hand over my wand, and the man taps in 3 times with a small hammer.

"Ash wood, Dragon heartstring, 11 and ½ inches…" he taps the hammer 5 time in the tip of the wand, careful to not break it. "…Octagonal, smooth, hard, rune of power… and journey… yep. You're Cynthia Herein alright." He waved his hand and my bags disappeared. "Your bags are in the baggage trolley, and shall be transported to you room after you are sorted into your house. You may have your wand now," He hands me my wand and I put it back into my backpack.

"Now please, take a seat and relax. We shall be arriving at Abberox Academy of Witchcraft in approximately 5 hours." My mother turns to me, looking slightly teary eyed.

"I remember when you where in diapers. Very, very stinky diapers and now you're going to Abberax. Where the hell has time gone?" She says, wrapping me into a very tight hug, threatening to burst y internal organs.

"Mom," I say after about 20 seconds. "Mom, you can let go now,"

"But I don't wanna." She whispers in my ear, playing with my lavender hair. I look out to the trolley. All the kids are staring at me or are turned away whispering like something scandalous just happened. I guess word of a scholarship student being accepted got around.

"Unfortunately, miss, we run a very tight schedule here, and we must be off!" The trolley man says. She lets go of me and smiles. She winks and sends me off.

"Welcome aboard."

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Sooooooo this is where the OCs come in. AND I NEED MOAR. I'm accepting PMs and comments, and if you've already entered you can enter in another OC in another gender. AND IMPORTANT NOTE: THEY MUST BE IN NEW ORLEANS AND HAVE SOME KIND OF LARGE FAMILY HOLDING THERE. OTHERWISE THE STORY MAKES NO SENSE. Donka. And 'gudnight!