Banshee
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| Fortress of Brilliance ღ Mommy Quad Not Giving Up.
September 1st couldn't have come soon enough; Finally, I was off to Durmstrang for my sixth, and second to last year. Graduation feels far away, and I wish it didn't. If you were wondering, yes I have that 'Just finish and get it over with' attitude when it comes school. I've always wished to be homeschooled, but Grandmother was afraid that would make me anti-social. Admittedly I really did enjoy my first and second years, but since then it hasn't been the same. Everything changed. My world was turned upside down and there was nothing I could do.
I know, your probably thinking how can that be, when I've already gone through alot. Having been neglected by my parents growing up, bullied and beat on by one of my two older brothers, and then given the option at ten years old to either never use magic of any sorts my entire life that way I fit in with them, and appeared 'normal', or I could leave and never return or contact them.
I didn't hesitate for even a moment, I went right into my room, pulled my backpack out from under the bed, and gathered a few other belongings. You can probably guess why my bag was already packed that night, like it had been for months. I had considered running away, many times by that point.
This was simply my ticket out. Out of having to worry about them calling the police to find me. I didn't want to think about what would happen next, all that mattered was I was free; no questions, no twists.
Where would a ten year old girl go?
When she never had the opportunity to meet her other relatives, because they were from them magical part of the world mom couldn't be a part of no matter how much she tried. Frankly put, it turned her into just another bitter old squib.
Don't ask me how, because I don't know. But my grandmother had found me at the park fairly close to my parents house. She didn't scare me though I hadn't met her before; she explained and made sure I knew who she was. Grandmother took me home with her, after she was sure I felt secure enough to trust her. I asked her how did she know I needed family, at just the right time, not to mention how did she know it was me. Grandmother's answer was always the same, needless of how many times I asked that question. She would say "Your Grandfather and I have been waiting for that day, when we could come take you home. Bring you back to a loving family that cares and wants you in our lives; That has been counting down the time till your arrival for years."
I was in such shock when aunts, uncles, cousins and even they're close friends came the next day, for a celebration in honor of me. I cried, alot. It was overwhelming, the emotions I felt. I never had felt so much love, especially in a place I could call home.
Everything at home (with my grandparents) were always fine. The past stayed where it belonged and I was apart of a family that actually wanted me around as much as I wanted them around.
Now what could have a bigger impact than that? Well let me tell you a little more. I said my first and second years at Durmstrang were great, because they were. I had two best friends, and they're all I needed in life aside from my family. I had them, and they had me. We were inseperable from the start and I hadn't thought that could ever change, I was wrong, too. Treyton and I were in for a big shock, climbing aboard the train for our third year.
Our trains compartments were numbered, the funny thing is their backwards. For example, compartment 5 is in the very back, being one of the last. "C-5" is where the three of us had met, on our very first ride. We've shared it ever since.
When Treyton and I went there and our other best friend, Remmington, didn't show up after a few minutes per usual we searched each and every inch of the express till we found him sitting alone in a dark compartment clear on the otherside of the train from our normal place. It only got worse from there; Remmington wouldn't talk to either of us, seperately or together. He had decided he no longer wanted to be our friend, or in his words, he no longer could be our friend anymore.
To this day I don't understand what that meant.
So here I am again, aboarding the train that will be dropping Durmstrang students off within the next 24 hours, at the station from where we would continue to our castle of educational purposes.
I'm sixteen, almost seventeen years old, standing at 5'6, with very dark brown eyes and red hair flowing just past the middle of my back. The freckles decorating my face never went unnoticed; my fair, almost pale complexion wouldn't allow it.
With my trunk already put away, I was free to wonder around. Walking down the aisle I saw a familiar head of messy brown hair, the person was stalking further and further away. Abruptly I went to run after him, not caring who I took down in the process, but someone was waiting behind me little did I know, and grabbed my arm. I spun around to see Treyton. He hadn't let go, and we both knew I would go after Remmy if he did. "Trey, I need to go find him!" My usual bubbily cheerful voice was no more, replaced by a desperate tone. My expression was worrisome, while my eyes fixed upon his, held the same exact longing we both shared. I wanted Remmington to come back to us, and so did he.
"No, Rosa he's made it clear he wants nothing to do with us." The sixth year said firmly. His face softened after a moment of looking at that hurt child-like look on her face, Treyton added more gently: "I can't let you Loon, you'll be the one that gets hurt; He won't budge, it's been three years now-" I am Rosaline Patricia Foxx, "-And I'm not giving up." One day, we'll be friends again... I can feel it.
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