I know most teenagers say that their parents don't know them, but for me, it's true. I do not just have one set of parents. I have two. That's right, I said two. I'm adopted.

Some adopted kids actually look somewhat like their adopted parents; however, this does not hold true for me. My mother is a redhead, my father a light brown, while my waist length hair is as black as a raven's wing. They both have eyes of the most pure blue you can imagine, but mine are a deep chocolate brown. I am tall and slender but both of them are about medium in height and a little bit on the heavy side. I am a witch; they are Muggles.

When I'm not in school, I live in Pennsylvania. I hate it here and wish to leave this area soon. My parents don't understand. They love it here. I think they need their heads examined.

Supposedly, I brought light to their lives. They wanted a baby for so long and they just couldn't have one, so they adopted me. I might have brought light to their lives, but mine is still dark. During my third year in the Northeast Academy of Magic, as a Rykiel, in upstate New York, I was severely depressed and suicidal. The taunting I was subjected to was finally getting to me. I was called "Mudblood" but they didn't know that I was adopted. I'm not saying that I forgive them for the emotional scars they inflicted on me. I could show you the numerous physical scars I have on my snow white skin, but I choose not to. The Muggle shrink I was forced to see suggested that I look for my birth parents. At the time, I wasn't ready to face my past. Now, at age 16, I'm ready. I have one small clue as to where my birth parents are. They are in England.

This is where my journey begins. A new country, a new school, and hopefully, a sense of self.

I know this sounds cliché, but I'm going to say it anyway. My name is Aurora Leigh Sullivan. This is my story.

(A/N) I know this is a little short, but this is just the beginning. Please review!

Next up: Aurora takes England by storm!