Hey guys! Ok so this is only my 2nd story so please be harsh to help me improve (but not too harsh please, hah.). I had trouble with the tenses because im used to writing in third person and in current tense.

This is basically just an intro chapter. You get the main characters background and the going on's of her life. Please review!

This summer had to be one of the worst I'd ever lived through in all my 15 years.

My parents were getting divorced. If that wasn't bad enough, we (minus my father of course) moved at the end of June to a new town. Granted, the house we moved too was beautiful and spacious. I had my own room which I decorated myself in all its pink, gold and white glory. But it wasn't home.

The house belonged to my granddad on my moms side. He was rich and he never liked my dad much (my dad has a thing against anyone 'special' aka almost everyone on my moms side, so when mom announced the divorce he offered her one of his properties … the ones two blocks away from his main estate. He even paid for all the renovations, I mean he was the reason there was a 52" flat screen on my wall, and my own personal library down the hall, and even my own bathroom. But that still didn't make it home.

Home was a closet of a house on a huge plot of land in the north. With harsh winters and green summers and a 6-stall barn out back with 3 award winning horses. Where the trees blocked out all the weird things that happened around us, and sheltered us from the people who didn't understand.

I sighed and plopped down on my bed.

Our old town was 2 hours way, and my long distance relationships with my boyfriend and best friends were proving difficult. Last week my boyfriend Tyler and one of my best friends Hannah posted a bunch of photos of them at a party in a hot tub together, and just to make it clear, no one brings a bathing suit to a party. He assured me it was nothing, but even after he got his license of July 6th , he had only visited me once.

So now I don't speak with my father, my mother is the poster child for 'fake happy', my friends and boyfriend don't give a shit, and im stuck watching other kids my age gallivanting around town enjoying the sun while I, am all alone.

Thump, thump, thump.

I hastily jumped off the bed, grabbing at the articles of clothing that lay scattered over the newly polished hardwood floor.

"Relax. It's just me." A voice, one that defiantly didn't belong to my mother, said.

I looked up to see my younger sister leaning casually against my door frame, a bored look on her sun-taned face. I may of exaggerated a little, I wasn't all alone, my sister shared my pain.

"Oh," I said, dropping the clothes back on the floor and stretching back out on my bed. " I thought you were mom."

"Yeah…hence the pathetic attempt at cleaning. In the future, you may want to take the time to stick these things back in your ears." She pointed out, scooping up my iPod from the edge of my bed and tossing it to me.

My sister was right, I never did any chores without my iPod in. Ever. My mom would have takedn one look at me and known I wasn't really cleaning my room like she had asked.

"You could just keep it clean. We've only been moved in for like 8 weeks. My stuffs not even all out of the boxes and yours is already out and on the floor." She sighed dramatically.

"Shut it, Lia." I snapped, but she just raised her eyebrows and held out her hand. "Fine." I sighed. Digging in my pocket for the $10 bill I had stashed.

"Thank you, my dear Mina." She said, pocketing the money and hopping off the bed to start picking up the clothes I'd abandoned.

Lia and I were Irish twins, born only 9months apart, but right now with her 14 and myself 15 it seems like less. Especially since tomorrow we'll once again be in the same school. Sky High.

Sky High's supposed to be one of the best high schools in the country for 'special' teens. Which is why my mother uprooted us and our 12 year old brother from our cozy little farm, to suburban Maxville. Either that, or she just wanted to get out of the house her and my father had bought together, you know after she found out he thought she was a freak of nature and blamed me and my brother and sister's 'abnormalities' on her, and that he was cheating on her. On us.

"Ophelia! Wilhelmina! Nathaniel!" a voice that did belong to my mother called from downstairs.

Lia and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes before extining my room. We bumped into Nate in the hall leading to the stairwell, and he threw in his own looked of shared sibling distaste. Our full names: Wilhelmina Elizabeth Elingson, Ophelia Scarlett Elingson, and Nathaniel Elijah Elingson IV were too long and too old fashioned. Which is why we rarely answered to anything other than Mina, Lia and Nate.

"Hey guys! Lunch." Our mom smiled.

Just us three kids sat sown and dug in. Nate poured a small pile of salt onto his plate to dip his carrot sticks in and Lia tore off the crust of her sandwiches.

I glanced at my mom whose staring out the back sliding glass door with a wistful smile on her face. The three of us look a lot like our mom. We have her almond shaped eyes, except Lia's are like liquid gold (an attributee of her power) where as Nate and I's are a red-y color, like when light shines through beer bottles. We have her sandy brown hair color which is only a shade lighter then our dark olive skin.

We get our creamy complexion and tan skin from our dad, he's half Native American half French-Canadian. Mom used to joke that that's why she fell in love with him. I wonder if that's why that slut fell 'in love' with him too…

Our biggest differences from each other are that Nate and Lia have our dad's height, Lia's a model-esque 5' 8" and at 12 Nate's already 5'9". Our dad's 6'8" and I am a pathetic 5'2". Ever since Lia stared to catch up to me in bra size, people have been confusing her for the oldest. Nate also has our dads serious looking mouth and our moms Italian nose, whereas Lia and I have our dads straight Native American nose.

Ever thing else is minor. My hair holds a curl and Nate and Lia's is stark straight, much to Lia's dismay (but I personally love her straight bangs and layered hair.). Overall Nate looks very serious (probably an atributee of his power as well.) Lia is very sunny, and I'm somewhere in the middle.

"What's that?" Lia asked, pointing a carrot stick at mom's forearm where a small cut is still producing red blood.

"Oh, huh. I must've cut it on the roses." Mom said, thoughtfully.

Lia bounced cheerfully over to where she's leaning against the marble island and holds her hand over the cut, a second later its completely gone.

"Thanks, baby." She smiled.

Lia's healing power could not match her over-helpful personality any better.

"After lunch I want all of you to pack your backpacks, pick out your clothes, take showers, the whole 9 yards. Bed early tonight, tomorrow you start new schools!" Mom said enthusiastically.

The three of us groan.