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Chapter Two: Molded By Past
I arrived back in my room near midnight from my flight. I jumped down from the sill of the window and put my broom back. I knew I would have to face questions tomorrow from my friends, I knew it and I hated it. I laid down on my bed with a sigh thinking about the factors in my life.
I was born during a blizzard on the tenth of February of 1988. That was the day it all started, when my parents appropriately dubbed me Kassandra Lilith or 'doomed of fate' and 'of the night.' I grew up in a family that from the outside is wonderful. Not to me. My father is a popular radio personality on the WWN. My brother is a Quidditch superstar and was offered a position professionally but turned it down in lieu of a job. He attended Hogwarts for four years only to transfer to a specialty school because he was immensely intelligent. Then comes my mother, know for nothing and bitter. To make up for it she takes it out on me. I had dozens of letters at my window every week begging me to go to their school. One like the one my brother went to, on full scholarship to. Mom said no. She forbids me to hang out with certain people. Every time I come home on break to see her and tell her something she criticizes it. I am pessimistic enough for everyone and when I try to hold on to a scrap of hope it is like she's playing a game. Whack-A-Mole-O-Kassia's-Hope! That's not the worst of it. Aside from the general cruelties, she now told me I cannot go to any University I want. It has to be close, very close. I even got a letters from Yale about a summer program this year! I still have two years left and they contacted me! No luck. Mom immediately threw away the letter. It figures.
I am more intelligent than my brother, Professors and grades alike tell me this much. I work my ass off to get scholarships because I know my parents won't pay for my education and Mother basically tells me it was worthless. She won't let me go away anyway. She also has my career decided for me. She wants me to go into the sciences and such. Sure I may be great at it, but it's not my dream. I told her that, but not of what my dream is. For I know she'll only rip it apart. I am involved in so many things in order to forget my life. Alas, it does not work. I finally snapped, broke the image I hold to the school. The goody-two-shoes, intelligent, outsider, who does no wrong. I finally broke it. I should be terrified. I should be afraid my world would crumble. But my world has already crumbled around me a long time ago. I stand alone in the black abyss and I should be terrified, but I'm not. I'm relieved.