Melissa Black was a 10-year old girl, who lived with her

foster-mother and foster-father, Joseph Quartez, And Ashley Dupar-Quartez.

She always knew she was adopted, but never met her real parents.

Her foster parents were always yelling and bossing her around. She never

felt like she belonged, until one event changed her entire life.

"Mum, can you sign this sheet for me?"

"Whats it for? Another sports team? I spend too much on you kid!"

"No, its because of my absence from school last

weekend."

"Its not my fault you were away, I guess your going to have to deal with the teacher, because im not signing any form."

Melissa's foster-mother never cared for her well-being, or how she

did in school, she only cared about how much she spent on her.

Melissa climbed the stairs and went to her room.

"Why don't they understand? They never help me with anything."

She leant up to the window and peered out.

"Is there an escape to this life? Can I be freed, or is this the prison im

destined to rot in?

All my life i've wondered how my real parents would have raised me, how

different I would have turned out."

She shuffled around her room, then grabs something off her bookcase.

"The Land of Ariell, full of wonderful adventures, and amazing wizards. If only

it were real, if only I too were a witch. I could go on amazing adventures, and use

magic! I could leave this place and goto a world where people like me, and care about me! Too

bad its all just fiction. Nothings taking me away from this hell on earth I have

to call a home."

Then she heard it, and owl tapping at her window, with a piece of parchment

tied to its leg.