My name is Charlotte.
Charlotte Grace Waldorf.
I am 16 years old and I'm the student in school for freaks.
I used to think, though, that I'm different than them but I am not really. I can do everything other freaks can.
Most of them know me as a hater. But I am not the hater, really.
You can say that I am just afraid.
Because, you know, I have friends who think magic exist only in fairytales.
I used to think same.
But then strange things started to happen when I am sad or angry.
Once I broke a vase my mother loved, and I did that without touching it.
The vase was ugly, so I didn't care much but my mother was proud, she wasn't upset.
That was the day when they told me that I am a witch.
Just like my mother.
I realized they think that the world is separated, you have witches and wizards and on the other side, Muggles, those who can't practice magic.
All my friends were muggles so I started to live two lives.
First life was that in school when I learn new things about magic and second was the one I live when I am back at home. There I talk with my friends about normal things and pretend that magic is for kids and their silly stories.
I study a lot, you know. I need to learn everything from my school and those things my friends learn in their schools so I can talk with them.
They think my parents sent me to boarding school in America. So I'm trying to learn everything because I don't want them to find out what the truth is.
They say I am smart. In this strange school we have one funny hat who says to you where you belong. I am Ravenclaw. That means I am smart.
But I feel confused and stupid.
Ironical, isn't it?
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