AN: My second story is up. If you like this one you might like that one, it's called Karma is a Witch. Anyway, on with the story. Also ignore what I said early this is set a year or so after the Reckoning not right after.

I let the water wash over me. I felt so nice to have a shower after so long without one. After washing and rewashing my hair I stepped out and put on some clothes Cassidy lent me. A pair of jeans and a tank top. I ran my fingers through my hair in a lame attempt at brushing it. Sighing in defeat I headed down stairs to the kitchen.

I examined the house as I searched for the kitchen. I found a parlor, a library and a study. I was so busy looking that I didn't pay attention to where I was going and I ran into something solid. I stumbled backwards and looked up. It was the tall guy from the mall.

He scowled down at me. "Watch it." He growled.

"Sorry." I snapped back. It wasn't like I ran into him on purpose.

He just grunted and walked past me.

"Wait!" I said catching up to him. He stopped and waited. "Can you tell me where the kitchen is?"

He nodded and started walking down the hall. I followed behind. It gave me the perfect opportunity to examine him. Outside of being really tall. He wasn't all that different looking. He had dark hair that was falling in his bright green eyes. He looked well built, but I saw enough at the mall to know that he was taken. Unfortunate for me. We walked into the kitchen where Mr. Bae stood making eggs and bacon. Cassidy was at the table sipping coffee. Coffee. It'd been forever since I had any.

"Want some?" Cassidy asked. She must have seen me gazing at it longingly.

"Yeah." I replied.

She poured me a cup and asked how I took it.

"One sugar, one cream." She handed me the mug and I drank it greedily.

"Would you like some eggs and bacon?" Mr. Bae asked.

"Umm, just eggs. I don't eat bacon." I said taking the plate full of eggs from him.

"You don't eat bacon?" A voice gasped in disbelief behind me. I turned in my seat to see the blonde, brown eyes boy from the mall. The one who had been concerned about me. He flashed me a smile. I realized I had seen that smile before. It was the same one Mr. Bae had. That's why he looked familiar. They were father and son.

"No," I said. "I'm a vegetarian."

"Well," he responded, " I guess that's a good reason not to eat it. I'm Simon Bae by the way."

"Isadora, but please just call me Izzy."

"Isadora," he said, "that's a pretty name."

"I guess," I muttered back.

Simon just smiled at me.

"If you're finished," Mr. Bae said, " I can gather everyone in the living room to introduce themselves and answer some questions."

"Alright," I said, getting up and placing my dish in the sink.

I followed Simon and his dad to the living room and sat down on the couch. Simon sat beside me. I twiddled my thumbs while we waited. I had to admit I was pretty nervous. I never knew that there where other things out there besides witches and I was getting ready to meet them. I glanced at Simon who gave me an encouraging smile. I tried to smile back but I stopped when I started to turn into a grimace. Slowly the room filled up with people of varying age but mostly people my age. Once everyone had a place to sit or stand, Mr. Bae spoke.

"Ok, kids. Since we have a new member among us. Lets everyone introduce them selves. Give name, age, and what you are. Izzy, why don't you go first."

I swallowed and stood up. "I'm Izzy. I'm 17 and I'm a witch."

Several people gave me smiles. Some people just looked at me blankly. Except for one girl. She was slender with black hair. She wasn't smiling or staring at me. More like, she was sizing me up. Seeing if I was a threat. Obviously not, since I didn't even know how to use my powers. Bt that didn't give her the right to access me. I looked away from her as other people introduced themselves.

"I'm Simon, but you already know that. I'm 17 and a sorcerer." He smiled at me and I automatically smiled back without thinking about it.

"I'm Chloe. I'm 16 and I'm a necromancer. " She was the petite brunette from the mall. Up close I could see she had very blue eyes.

"What's a necromancer?" I asked. Then blushed because I felt stupid for not knowing. She smiled at me." It's someone who can raise people from the dead and talk to ghost." Riiight. I nodded even though I didn't believe her. She elbowed the really tall guy In the side.

"I'm Derek. I'm 17 and a werewolf." He scowled. I could already tell he was going to be a friendly guy. The black haired girl who had been staring at me the whole time went next.

"I'm Tori. I'm 17 and a very powerful witch." She smirked at me. Like she thought she was better. I ignored her.

A boy with messy brown hair and blue eyes took his turn. "I'm Gabriel. I'm 18 and I'm a half fire demon." He was even less believable than Chloe.

Then a girl with fiery red hair and sparkling violet eyes went. "I'm Scarlet, 19 and a necromancer."

Cassidy spoke up. "I'm 17 and I'm a half water demon." Again with the demons.

"I'm Luke. I'm 21 and I'm a werewolf." He had blonde hair and grey eyes. He had a smattering of freckles on his nose. He was very cute.

A lady I would guess to be in her thirties went. "I'm Lauren. We'll leave my age out of this and I don't have a power. But I am a doctor."

Lastly, Mr. Bae went. "I'm a sorcerer and we're all very happy to have you here. I hope you feel safe. That's the point. If you need anything let me know. For now, until we fix up a room for you, you'll stay in Cassidy's room. You can start classes tomorrow with the others. And we'll take you out tomorrow for clothes."

I could feel tears well up in my eyes. I couldn't believe he was trusting me. Excepting me into his misfit group. He didn't even know me, yet he was willing to let me live here. Feed me. Clothe me. I ran out of the room as tears began sliding down my face. I made it out the back door before I really broke down and cried. I sat on the back porch steps with my face pressed into my hands. I was so upset I didn't hear someone come out until I felt a hand on my back.

AN: Wonder who it is? Well, hope you liked it. Happy writing.