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Abraham stared at his youngest child, not knowing how to respond.
"What do you mean, honey?" He said meekly.
Gwyneth furrowed her brows angrily. "You know what I mean father. Why do I not look like the rest of you? Why do I act differently?" She said hotly.
"Gwyneth, of course you don't look like your brothers. You're a girl." Abraham responded.
Gwyneth sighed. "Father, not like that! Why do I have fair hair, instead of dark? Why do I have nearly colorless skin, when the rest of you are fully tanned? Why do I have blue eyes, when you four have brown!" She cried, a flush coming to her cheeks.
Abraham was silent, for quite some time.
"Why won't you answer me?" Gwyneth asked.
"Gwyneth, I can't tell you why you're different. Not now, at least. When you're older, darling, I can tell you." Abraham whispered, standing up. "Now go to bed, Gwyneth, you need your rest."
Gwyneth stared at her father's back, and her eyes began to water. "I wish mother was still here, she would've answered my question!" She sobbed, turning around and rushing out of her father's room.
Outside, Gwyneth's brothers were standing beside the door. Liam grabbed his sister's arm and pulled her over.
"What's all the commotion about?" Basil asked her.
"That's none of your business." Gwyneth murmured, wiping her eyes.
"It is our business, Gwyneth." Caden said softly.
"Leave me alone." Gwyneth fought, trying to get out of Liam's grip.
"We have a right to know." Liam whispered.
"No you don't!" Gwyneth hissed, finally pulling out of her brother's grasp. "Now leave me alone!"
Caden grabbed her from behind, and pinned her against the wall. "Tell us."
"Caden, c'mon, it's not that big of a deal." Liam protested.
"Liam, she never speaks, when she actually does, I think we need to know." Basil
said. "And if you don't agree with our logic, you can leave."
Liam glanced at his sister, and sighed. "Gwyneth, you know how hot headed these two are. Tell them, before they resort to violence." He whispered to her, before walking off.
"Let me go." Gwyneth muttered.
"Not until you tell us." Caden snapped.
"I'm not telling you!" Gwyneth yelled. Basil and Caden were born fighters, with short tempers. Although they were only sixteen and fifteen years old, they were already to be in the wizard army, because of their great battle skills. They were very violent, and got everything they wanted.
"Gwyneth." Basil warned.
"It is none of your business!"
Caden narrowed his eyes and slapped his sister.
Gwyneth took the blow without a sound muttered. "I'm not telling you."
Caden released her, and she fell to the ground.
"She isn't going to tell us." He finally got it through his thick skull.
Basil nodded, and they walked off silently.
Gwyneth stumbled to her feet, and ran her hand through her hair. "I don't understand how I was born into such a violent family." She breathed, a tear running down her cheek.
A month later, Gwyneth was to begin school. Yes, The Venusheart's lived in London, but Abraham had decided to send his children to a Greek academy known as Xanthippe's School for Young Witches and Wizards. It was a much-unknown school, which also had some of the best educators in Europe.
Gwyneth was silent as she got off the train with her brother's, heading for the school. She was in her school uniform, a deep blue robe, with the school symbol, a yellow horse, on the breast.
Gwyneth had not been speaking with her brothers since the incident outside her father's study. She hadn't even conversed with Liam.
The siblings entered the school, and Gwyneth was told to follow a woman that approached them as they entered. Gwyneth followed her instructions, and she was led into a small room where about twenty children her age were sitting, looking rather bored.
"Children! Our last new student has arrived!" The woman chimed. The children looked at Gwyneth, and glared. Gwyneth sat down, feeling rather uncomfortable. The woman also sat, and smiled politely.
"I am Madam Xanthippe, the headmistress of this wonderful school. Now, I would like you children to introduce yourselves to eachother. Why don't you start?" Madam Xanthippe gestured to Gwyneth.
Gwyneth stared at her blankly. "Um, well, my name is Gwyneth Venusheart." She said timidly.
"Hello Gwyneth. Tell us about your family." Madam Xanthippe beamed.
"I—I have three older brothers, Basil, Caden, and Liam, and a father, Abraham." Gwyneth explained.
"What about your mother?" One of the boys in the room piped up.
Gwyneth pursed her lips, so it wouldn't tremble.
Madam Xanthippe noticed her discomfort and said, "Let's move along."
Gwyneth's school experience was not going to well. Nobody seemed to want to talk to her, not even her teachers. Sure, her grades were good, but her teachers didn't care. They ignored her. And all this made Gwyneth very piqued.
Author's Note: Second chapter, complete. Gwyneth is gettin' pissed, and that will have some affect on her, soon in the future. Well, I guess you should read and review, and remember, don't break my eleven-year-old heart.