American Dreams: Year 1
Chapter 3: Secrets Revealed
Summer vacation had started two weeks earlier, and nobody had spoken of the incident at Graduation. Alissa, who was staying in the house until they go to Florida for a month was up in the attic, looking at old photo albums. Lifting another one up, she noticed an odd looking one. She picked it up and began to look at it.
She jumped! The people in the picture waved to her! She looked closely. It was a man with golden brown hair and kind sapphire blue eyes. His arm was around a woman with long golden blonde hair and deep gray eyes. The woman was holding a baby with a golden blonde head and bright blue eyes. Alissa looked at the caption underneath:
Justin, Megan and Alissa, December 14, 1992.
"They must be my parents" Alissa said to herself. She noticed that they both were wearing long what looked like dresses; her mother's was purple and her father's was green.
"What are they wearing?" she asked herself. She closed the album and tucked it under her arm. She hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen where her Aunt and Uncle were talking. She slammed the album on the table, making them look up.
"Hi Lissa, what's wrong?" James asked her. She flipped open to the first page.
"That's me and my parents. The picture's moving" she said. Katharine and James looked at each other.
"It's time you know what actually happened" Katharine said.
"James you tell her, Justin was your brother" James nodded and began.
"First of all Alissa, there's a reason you're different"
"What's that?"
"Well, you're a witch"
"I'm a WHAT?"
"A witch, with magical powers. That's why you can do what you do"
"Jeez, a witch me? I can't."
"Anyway. Ten years ago, there was a dark wizard that was feared by everyone. His name was Tromedlov. He and his followers, called Death Marchers went on a killing spree where you were born. Anyone who stood up to them were killed."
"Your parents were the best witch and wizard we ever knew. One November evening, Tromedlov came to their house and..and." James stopped to wipe the tears from his eyes. Alissa listened, wide eyed.
"Well, he killed them. The strangest thing that night was he tried to kill you too. But something must have stopped him because you survived. You, a year old baby, survived something nobody else did. That's why we kept it from you. If you knew, you'd want to go into the Wizarding World and you'd be swarmed by admirers, trying to get you to tell the story of what you didn't even remember" he finished.
"Wow" was all Alissa said. Katharine took a thick envelope from her apron pocket and handed it to her. Alissa read:
Alissa L. Davis
Upstairs Bedroom
13 Lakeview Drive
San Francisco, CA
She hurriedly opened it and read.
Dear Ms. A. L. Davis,
We are pleased to announce your acceptance into International School of the Magical Arts. Please note the attached list of supplies needed for your first year of schooling.
Term will begin on September 1st, 2002. Please send us your reply no later than July 31st.
Sincerely,
Professor Athina McMann
Deputy Headmistress
"Where is this school? It is a magical one? Will I be the only witch there?" Alissa questioned.
"This school is in the middle of the Pacific Ocean on an island, yes it's a magical one, and no of course not" Katharine answered. Alissa nodded, then looked back at the letter.
"Where am I supposed to get this stuff?" she asked.
"Why Cenetaur Alley of course!" James exclaimed.
"We'll take you there tomorrow" Katharine added. Alissa nodded and folded up her letter.
"I'm going to go to bed" she said. Katharine and James nodded and Alissa went upstairs with the letter.
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Upstairs, Alissa read and reread the letter over and over again.
"A witch? I can't believe it" she muttered. She turned out the light and fell fast asleep, the letter still clutched in her hand tightly.
Chapter 3: Secrets Revealed
Summer vacation had started two weeks earlier, and nobody had spoken of the incident at Graduation. Alissa, who was staying in the house until they go to Florida for a month was up in the attic, looking at old photo albums. Lifting another one up, she noticed an odd looking one. She picked it up and began to look at it.
She jumped! The people in the picture waved to her! She looked closely. It was a man with golden brown hair and kind sapphire blue eyes. His arm was around a woman with long golden blonde hair and deep gray eyes. The woman was holding a baby with a golden blonde head and bright blue eyes. Alissa looked at the caption underneath:
Justin, Megan and Alissa, December 14, 1992.
"They must be my parents" Alissa said to herself. She noticed that they both were wearing long what looked like dresses; her mother's was purple and her father's was green.
"What are they wearing?" she asked herself. She closed the album and tucked it under her arm. She hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen where her Aunt and Uncle were talking. She slammed the album on the table, making them look up.
"Hi Lissa, what's wrong?" James asked her. She flipped open to the first page.
"That's me and my parents. The picture's moving" she said. Katharine and James looked at each other.
"It's time you know what actually happened" Katharine said.
"James you tell her, Justin was your brother" James nodded and began.
"First of all Alissa, there's a reason you're different"
"What's that?"
"Well, you're a witch"
"I'm a WHAT?"
"A witch, with magical powers. That's why you can do what you do"
"Jeez, a witch me? I can't."
"Anyway. Ten years ago, there was a dark wizard that was feared by everyone. His name was Tromedlov. He and his followers, called Death Marchers went on a killing spree where you were born. Anyone who stood up to them were killed."
"Your parents were the best witch and wizard we ever knew. One November evening, Tromedlov came to their house and..and." James stopped to wipe the tears from his eyes. Alissa listened, wide eyed.
"Well, he killed them. The strangest thing that night was he tried to kill you too. But something must have stopped him because you survived. You, a year old baby, survived something nobody else did. That's why we kept it from you. If you knew, you'd want to go into the Wizarding World and you'd be swarmed by admirers, trying to get you to tell the story of what you didn't even remember" he finished.
"Wow" was all Alissa said. Katharine took a thick envelope from her apron pocket and handed it to her. Alissa read:
Alissa L. Davis
Upstairs Bedroom
13 Lakeview Drive
San Francisco, CA
She hurriedly opened it and read.
Dear Ms. A. L. Davis,
We are pleased to announce your acceptance into International School of the Magical Arts. Please note the attached list of supplies needed for your first year of schooling.
Term will begin on September 1st, 2002. Please send us your reply no later than July 31st.
Sincerely,
Professor Athina McMann
Deputy Headmistress
"Where is this school? It is a magical one? Will I be the only witch there?" Alissa questioned.
"This school is in the middle of the Pacific Ocean on an island, yes it's a magical one, and no of course not" Katharine answered. Alissa nodded, then looked back at the letter.
"Where am I supposed to get this stuff?" she asked.
"Why Cenetaur Alley of course!" James exclaimed.
"We'll take you there tomorrow" Katharine added. Alissa nodded and folded up her letter.
"I'm going to go to bed" she said. Katharine and James nodded and Alissa went upstairs with the letter.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Upstairs, Alissa read and reread the letter over and over again.
"A witch? I can't believe it" she muttered. She turned out the light and fell fast asleep, the letter still clutched in her hand tightly.