The Start To My Story Today was the first day at the new school. I'm kind of used to moving, I mean being. Different. You get used to it. I checked myself In the mirror one more time before Ieft to get in my car, as I opened the door I felt the cold summer breeze on my face. Moving schools so many times you would think I'm used to new people and all the others things... but not the nerves, the sly comments people give me. But. . I'm not, they just get worse. I promised mum that this time, will be different I won't let the anger take over me. Today has been the first time I've have been alone. I mean really alone, I am thinking about how different everything would be if I didn't know the truth. I pulled up in the school car park, and saw the office I walked over to sort out what I needed for the day. The old fragile looking woman today me where my first lesson was, her directions were clear to follow, considering I was new here I found my class straight away. I glimpsed into the class from the small window In the door. Someone must have seen me looking. "Come in" someone shouted with dominance in their voice. Know I could hear my heart beating. I pulled door the door handle, and pushed the door softly. I I was being stared at. I felt like I was some kind of alien. "Take a seat...umm" he paused "Lola" "Oh yes, oh yes" he repeated himself "you're the 'new girl'" A term I hated very much. The day dragged, I rushed to my car. I wanted to get home Mum was stood In the; large arched,kitchen window. She must been waiting for me to get home. The door flew open and there was my aunty Carla, I gave her a quick smile. Over dinner it was like I was being questioned... I wasn't really listening, until one of their questions, brant my attention to their faces "Well, did you?" I was quite, waiting for her to repeat what she said, just so I heard her correctly. "Lola, did you cast any spells" Of course I didn't. Not in public. I'm still getting over the shock. I haven't said it out loud yet. Nor have I admitted to myself. I mean. A witch. That's ridiculous. I would have to be crazy to do magic outside the house. Risk exposure. No way. Mum and aunty Angela would kill me! They have kept the family secret, I need to too. They were both frowning at me, I think I may have been thinking for to long. They thought I was guilty. "No of course I didn't" "Okay darling, just checking" suddenly they both looked at each other they had an incomprehensible smile on their faces. "Lola, we were thinking" Mum had a unfamiliar tone in her voice I didn't reply I just waited for her to carry on "We'll we were think that you should... Practise" What. Okay this is to much for my brain to Handel I have only known I was a... For 2 months. But they are already expecting me to try and learn more things. Oh my. "Okay" I agreed anyway. "That's all good then, we can't have a 17 year old witch going round the streets not knowing what they are capable of, can we"