Different Lives, Different Ways

1. Pity

I've never understood Lilith.

Ive never understood why she seemed to hate me, and push me away as if I weren't there.

Maybe it was our social standings that put us at odds and pushed us away from the other.

She was the daughter of the Grand Duke of Ravenfield and the future crown princess/queen as the fiancé and future wife of the crown prince.

And I was just a meet commoner, whose life didn't matter one single bit to those self oriented pigs. That was until I unexpectedly got excepted into St. Ravens Magic Academy for the Young and Gifted or St. Raven for short. I thought they all were threatened by me because I was a commoner who had magic, but it was their "leader" Lilith, who didn't seem to like me. I think that is why I'd always try and befriend her.

Always trying to find a loophole in the system, but never found the right one.

It wasn't until I then befriended her fiancé and her other male friends that she started to snap, yelling and harassing me to no end.

I thought she thought I was someone else and made the mistake to harass me.

But now, concerning the situation I'm in, I feel as if I'm the one who made a mistake.

***

It was just a normal Thursday evening, and I was coming home from my last day of school at St. Ravens. My aunt came in and bombarded me with idiotic questions. I came to live with my aunt after my parents died, 10 years ago.

"So, how was the first year? Were the kids nice? Did you make any friends?" Were the questions that she asked. She said this while shaking my arms, making me dizzy, giving me no time to think.

"1. My year was good. I learned more about controlling my magic. 2. Most of the kids were nice, while others (Lilith) weren't as friendly. 3. Yes, I made some friends, two boys who were in my Magic History class and some of their other friends." I answer her once she stopped shaking me.

"Oh! I'm just so happy my baby girls all grown up! Just imagine how proud my sister and her husband would be!" She squeals, jumping up and down.

"Ok, ok. We get it, now where's Max? He should at least come say hello to his favorite cousin for once!" I half yell to make sure my cousin heard me.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming!" His voice echoes through the wooden house.

Coming out of the kitchen comes Max, with his dark brown hair and purple eyes. You'd never think we were cousins. Although Aunt Jen looks like my grandma, who had brown hair instead of purple like the rest of her family.

"Help me carry these," I instruct my older cousin, with a smile on my face.

"No." He blankly replies, his beautiful purple eyes staring at me.

"Max, do as your cousin says! She just got home from school, the least thing you could do is be nice!" My aunt scolds the boy.

"Fine," he gives in, taking a my luggage bag and carrying it up the stairs to my room.

"By the way, your friend..what was her name....Whitney, came over earlier. Something to do with Old Betty." Max hollers from my room.

"Old Betty? What's wrong?" I ask my aunt, with concern and panic in my voice. Old Betty, my friend Whitney's grandma, is that one woman in town that you know you can trust, and the last thing I need is for my favorite person in the world to die!