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You know about family trees. Of course you do! You people are always trying to find something noble or good in your family. Well, my family tree is a little different, instead of searching for someone noble in my tree. They are all noble. We are a different kind of noble; you see my family is/are witches. You know what; I know what you’re thinking!! Witches? Like pointed hat, black cats, flying on a broom and stuff? No, Hollywood has clouded the minds of millions and I’m here to tell you what witches really are.
Well, I guess I should back up a bit to a place called Salem, Massachusetts. My mother and I were moving to Salem for some job she was offered at some museum. She was desperate, considering she really didn’t have a job back in our old town of Boston, Massachusetts. Anyway, I guess I should start to when we were just moving in.
See that girl in the back seat, yeah the one with long died black hair with the blonde roots showing and sour expression. That’s me, my name is Aura. And I know what you’re thinking, rainy day, mom driving, girl sits in the back seat sulking, looking out the window with the sourest look that you’ve ever seen. Well, you guessed right, I was not happy about the move. “Come on, sweetie,” mom said. “This will be great for both of us.”
I only grunted and kept looking out the window. Mom only sighed and turned her attention back to the road. It wasn’t long until we drove up to an old Victorian style house. “Well, it’s certainly picturesque, isn’t it dear?” mom asked as she stepped out of the car.
I only looked at it with an even more sour expression than the one in the car. The house was in the middle of the woods, a few minutes from town, but still, smack-dab in the middle of nowhere! “Come on, Aura!” mom begged. “It’s not like I had a choice, I was unemployed back in Boston and we were so close to being bankrupt!”
Yeah, yeah I know the whole sob story! I thought dully. We were very close to being kicked out on the streets! But that didn’t mean that I was thankful for it. Hey, I was still a teenager, right. You’re never thankful for moving away from your life. It’s not like I really had a life in Boston. I hardly had any friends, I didn’t have a boyfriend, I didn’t have a job, and my school ******!
So I guess I really shouldn’t be angry about the move, but I still I was. Mom grabbed a suitcase and headed towards the house. I grabbed mine and followed her. She looked under the place mat for the key and sure enough there it was. She stuck it in the lock and the door opened with a protesting groan. The interior wasn’t much better than the outside. It was dusty and cobwebs stuck to almost every corner. “Well, this isn’t as bad as it could’ve been,” mom said.
I looked at her as if she was crazy. But she took no notice. “With a little cleaning, it’ll look as good as new,” she said perkily.
I sighed. Great, something else she’ll want me to ‘help out’ with, I thought grudgingly. “Well, until then, we might as well explore,” she said again.
I shook my head and went up the dusty stairs, while she went into the next room. The stairs were pretty long, but they had a few stops. But I didn’t go down any of the hallways it offered. I stopped at the last hallway, knowing mom would want to be somewhere close to the ground. I wanted to be as far away from her as possible! I sighed as I looked at the doors in front of me.
I went into the first one on my right; it looked like someone’s bedroom. It had a small bed in the corner and a dresser at the side of the room. It also had a large window which faced the east!! Not the bedroom for me, so I closed the door and moved on to the next one. The one on my left was some kind of storage room. I moved onto the next room, this one was the bathroom. “Good more ways to avoid going downstairs,” I said.
I went to all the rooms on the top floor and I was starting to lose hope when I reached the last room. Turns out this one was perfect. It was big, it had a small window and shades, and it was facing the west…! It was my bedroom. I immediately raced downstairs before mom could object, grabbed my suitcase and bolted back up.
I slammed the door behind me and breathed a sigh of relief. I immediately started unpacking, so that I could have an excuse for having this room. “Aura!!” mom called up to me.
I sighed and went to the stairs. “What?!” I called back down to her.
“Did you pick your room out already?!” she asked.
“Yeah!” I called.
“Which one?” she asked, a little uncertainly.
I didn’t answer; I just turned away from the stairs and returned to ‘my’ room. I unpacked everything and even connected my electronic devices. One in particular was my stereo. I plugged it in and popped in an Evanescence CD. I turned up the volume to the point of making someone’s ears bleed. But I didn’t care, it was on my favorite song Bring Me to Life. I

Dear Dagboek,,

Every time I awaken in the morning, I hear my vader calling “ Pamela Kay, get up my Klein Kind.” And every morning those words make me realize that my family is Dutch, that none of my classmates fathers call them Klein Kind, instead of just saying little one. And I realize that probably none of my classmates walk down to there kitchen and are welcomed to a steaming bowl of Dutch custard, or apple and prune compote. I know that all my classmates and acquaintances call their parents, mommy and daddy, or mama and dad. I guarantee none of them call there parents, vader and moeder. Or when speaking of there parents, call them ouders.

And all of this makes me realize that I really am special. That I am not like everyone else. And not only that, but I have a perfect life. I am a straight A student in my 3rd grade class. I have all the friends I need, and I am very fit, I am ahead of my whole class in horseback riding, my ouders are close to the best, and I have no pestering siblings to annoy me.

I’m actually not an only child, though. I have a brother Baldwin who is 23, and lives in a dorm with his mate.
He’s one of the reasons I think I’ll do so well in school, and in life. One of the reasons is because Baldwin never got a grade lower then a B+. Through all his years of highschool he got straight A’s in all subjects. He was an excellent golfer, and he never gave up. Baldwin now attends Harvard University in Boston, not to far from our house.

But Baldwin was a bit less social than I. My Moeder said that he never really had friends, and that he never really wanted to. She said Baldwin was always kind towards others, but when he realized he was *** he decided to not have a social life at all. He didn’t take being *** very well, he wanted to continue having crushes on girls, and doing what guys do. And the worst problem was, he figured this out at a very young age (11, actually). So he had to go to months of therapy to understand why he wasn’t attracted to girl any longer, and why his male friends looked attractive and appealing. But once he understood all about his gayness, he really let it go. He sadly lost his friends (and he only had a few), but he really didn’t care. The reason he didn’t care was because the fact that his few friends would not hang out with him anymore just because he was *** showed him that there was a really bad problem in today’s society. And that’s what his best selling book titled “Nothings normal” is all about. And now that Baldwins become so comftorable with his condition, his “mate” is actually his new significant other. His name is Chezxer, and he is very nice.

As for my ouders, they met in Holland. They both came from very poor families, They actually grew up on the same poor street their whole childhood.
Their ouders (my grootouders) never had much hope for their family. My grootouders were severely ill, and they knew they only had very limited time to spend on the earth. When my grootouders died, my ouders vowed that they would find a way to go to college, and have a better life than their parents did. After high school they didn’t see each other for about 3 years because they both went to America, they thought they may never see each other again. But when they met up at MIT ( Massachusetts institute of technology) they started to talk again, and soon they started dating, and before they knew it they both had their master degrees in robotics, and then they knew they had done what there parents couldn’t do, they were extremely satisfied with themselves. And about 4 months later, my vader proposed to my moeder. They were married in a beautiful Buddhist church, with all their friends and families.

And it wasn’t long before they both became very successful, they both had jobs at a robotic institute and there pay checks were extremely good.

And about a year later, my moeder gave birth to Baldwin, and 14 years later, they gave birth to me.
(( Take note I am writing as a dutch girl))

Dear Dagboek,,

Every time I awaken in the morning, I hear my vader calling “ Pamela Kay, get up my Klein Kind.” And every morning those words make me realize that my family is Dutch, that none of my classmates fathers call them Klein Kind, instead of just saying little one. And I realize that probably none of my classmates walk down to there kitchen and are welcomed to a steaming bowl of Dutch custard, or apple and prune compote. I know that all my classmates and acquaintances call their parents, mommy and daddy, or mama and dad. I guarantee none of them call there parents, vader and moeder. Or when speaking of there parents, call them ouders.

And all of this makes me realize that I really am special. That I am not like everyone else. And not only that, but I have a perfect life. I am a straight A student in my 3rd grade class. I have all the friends I need, and I am very fit, I am ahead of my whole class in horseback riding, my ouders are close to the best, and I have no pestering siblings to annoy me.

I’m actually not an only child, though. I have a brother Baldwin who is 23, and lives in a dorm with his mate.
He’s one of the reasons I think I’ll do so well in school, and in life. One of the reasons is because Baldwin never got a grade lower then a B+. Through all his years of highschool he got straight A’s in all subjects. He was an excellent golfer, and he never gave up. Baldwin now attends Harvard University in Boston, not to far from our house.

But Baldwin was a bit less social than I. My Moeder said that he never really had friends, and that he never really wanted to. She said Baldwin was always kind towards others, but when he realized he was *** he decided to not have a social life at all. He didn’t take being *** very well, he wanted to continue having crushes on girls, and doing what guys do. And the worst problem was, he figured this out at a very young age (11, actually). So he had to go to months of therapy to understand why he wasn’t attracted to girl any longer, and why his male friends looked attractive and appealing. But once he understood all about his gayness, he really let it go. He sadly lost his friends (and he only had a few), but he really didn’t care. The reason he didn’t care was because the fact that his few friends would not hang out with him anymore just because he was *** showed him that there was a really bad problem in today’s society. And that’s what his best selling book titled “Nothings normal” is all about. And now that Baldwins become so comftorable with his condition, his “mate” is actually his new significant other. His name is Chezxer, and he is very nice.

As for my ouders, they met in Holland. They both came from very poor families, They actually grew up on the same poor street their whole childhood.
Their ouders (my grootouders) never had much hope for their family. My grootouders were severely ill, and they knew they only had very limited time to spend on the earth. When my grootouders died, my ouders vowed that they would find a way to go to college, and have a better life than their parents did. After high school they didn’t see each other for about 3 years because they both went to America, they thought they may never see each other again. But when they met up at MIT ( Massachusetts institute of technology) they started to talk again, and soon they started dating, and before they knew it they both had their master degrees in robotics, and then they knew they had done what there parents couldn’t do, they were extremely satisfied with themselves. And about 4 months later, my vader proposed to my moeder. They were married in a beautiful Buddhist church, with all their friends and families.

And it wasn’t long before they both became very successful, they both had jobs at a robotic institute and there pay checks were extremely good.

And about a year later, my moeder gave birth to Baldwin, and 14 years later, they gave birth to me.
Oh and um take in mind that this is just her first journal entry, the introduction!