My parents were both outspoken individuals, and sometimes it was hard for me to get a word in. My dad would say I hadn't grown into my confidence yet. Compared to my parents it was easy to think I was plain.

There was my dad Corvus whose family had been in Virginia since 1607 when my many times great grandpa came over by boat from England for an expedition. My father was a famous defense attorney, and had graduated top of his class from Harvard Law. Apart from being smart he was handsome. He was 6'3, a wall of muscle, tan, had wavy black hair when he left it long, and beautiful grey/blue eyes; my mom called them stormy eyes. He was also funny, and a romantic. He told me when he saw my mother for the first time he knew she was the only woman for him

My mother said he fell in love with her looks because the first time he saw her she was on a Milan runway in underwear. My dad denies this, and says he just knew there was something special about her.

There was something special about her besides her super model good looks that could drive regular looking women into despair. My mother, Rika, was half Irish, and half Scandinavian. She would be raised into the son her Scandinavian father always wanted, and be as smart as her genius mother. She received her 5'10 height from her father's side of the family, and her emerald green eyes from her mother's side. She could have done anything with her brain, but after numerous offers from modeling agencies she decided to give the runway a shot, she was propelled to the top in no time.

Then there was me.

At eleven years old I towered over the boys in my class. I was as thin as, and had the shape of, a pole no matter how much I ate…I would later thank my mother's genes for this. I had my mother's thick, unmanageable, blonde hair. I had one blue/grey eye, and one emerald green eye. To top it off I was 'gifted' in academics. To say I was picked on would be an understatement.

So when my dad told my mother and I that I was special for being a witch, and if I wanted to go to a magical school my answer was a resounding "Yes!"

It was my mother who I would always be thankful for that made a compromise.

"Fine, I guess this is something she should do. BUT! I want her to get a normal education also. I want my baby to have options. She can take class in the summer, or through the mail, but she will do it."

My dad was quick to agree.

"That is a wonderful idea Rika. You know this is why I married you, that brain of yours."

Insert my mother's eye role.

"Well princess do you think you can do what your mother said, can you do both?"

"Yes sweetheart, I'm not trying to stop you from going, but I want you to be able to be a witch and if you want to be a lawyer like your daddy or maybe a model like me."

"She won't need that much of an education for that."

"Excuse me, I am one of the highest grossing models in the world, and I did that without an agent."

"I was joking honey, and now back to the topic at hand. Do you want, and will you be able to do both, princess?"

I really did think about it. I had always been the top in my classes. My teachers had always asked if I wanted to skip grades, but I didn't want that to be another thing people picked on me for, so I had refused. I would do this, and be the best just like my parents.

"Yes, I can do it."