Chapter 4

My gift to teleport was something I developed

when I was 10 years old. And I really wasn't impressed.

I would be in my room thinking I needed to cool off, and the next thing I found myself at the bottom of our pool! Damn, this teleporting shit. But I finally learned to control it and used it every time . I was too lazy to even drag my arse to the other room .Well , a gift is to be used isn't it ?

I stood in front of my house , well you wouldn't call it a house , since it was a fucking castle. It stretched on a vast land with acres of lawn. My father tried to get as much as feeling of a medevial castle as he could in that house, whatever. I walked inside to see Fletcher dusting the tables , humming a tune. Miranda and Della ,my two best friends were sprawled on the couch. Miranda was a witch and Della was a vampire. Fletcher was our butler - cook - gardener, you name it. He was a vampire.

"Hey, asshole." Della said.

"Hey, shithead." I spat back.

"Language, girls." Fletch shouted. I went to sit on the wide gold coloured sofa. Della was playing Candy Crush on her phone.

Miranda sat up. "So, are you done unpacking?"

"Yup , I am but am still surprised how Charlie lived alone in that house for seventeen years. It must have been difficult."

"You are going to your new school tomorrow, be worried about that." she said.

"What's there to worry about ?" I frowned.

"Roughly speaking, she means try not to give every guy a hard -on." Della said. I rolled my eyes.

It was not as if Della could not give guys a hard- on. She had guys drooling over her. With the hypnotic gold eyes and shoulder length brown hair she could kill a guy with her looks. Miranda on the other hand had blond hair and forest green eyes. But as it goes the two were exact opposites of each other. Della was a tomboy and Miranda was all about cupcakes and rain bows. The two could never have a same opinion.

"Excuse me, but did I ask for a glass of your unimportant opinion ?" Miranda said. There they go again. I rolled my eyes leaving them to fight. I went to Professor Clairmont 's study. I knocked lightly.