Withering Witches

4

I woke up feeling refreshed.

I hopped out of bed and raced Bree to the door. She won, but I didn't care.
"Come look what's here, Kaylee!" She shouted for me, "It's addressed to you!" I darted away to Bree.

There I saw it. A letter. Pieces of paper were bulging out of the envelope. It was white, with the address of Crystal Rain Academy plastered on it with a gold pen. It said dorm sixty-four on it, which was our dorm number. Every dorm had a random number, one of then being a hundred and twenty-three.

I picked it up with care. I flipped it, and there it said from mum, dad, Jacob and Delli. I slowly opened it to up and tugged on the many pieces of paper inside. The first one was labelled from mum. The first few lines read:
Dear Kaylee,
I hope you're having fun at your new school. We are missing you lots, and Jacob is especially missing you. So is Buster, (our bulldog) who wasn't playing as much since you left.

Then the next letter was from Jacob. It said about how it's lonely, how things at home are, how his school is, stuff like that.

Then, Delli's... It started off with the sentence Mum told me to say nice things, but you won't find it in this letter. Then, she said Trust me, it doesn't matter, she isn't going to read this before we send it to you. You're not lucky you got into that school, you're just lucky that you haven't been caught because of your choice of cheating. She always spoke in that way, the way that the people do a "London" accent, but really they have no clue what we sound like.

Then it went off saying: Your wittle bwother is all saddy waddy. Your first day of school was the day before mine, which was my best birthday present ever. No, not that I didn't have to go to school. Me being a strait A+ student, thy would have much enjoyment finding out that I had gotten another 40 out of 40 marks on my arithmetics. But no, it was you not being there. That was the happiest of days thy has enjoyed ever since you were in hospital for 24 hours, and that was only when you were 3! Imagine! A poor girl, laying in her bed, wishing, hoping, dreaming. Dreaming many things... Like, when while this Kaylee girl leave my life? These are the thoughts of I, Delli Ester.
Back to my talking of my birthday, though.
I got a fully gold collar with diamonds covering every inch of the outside. Father bought it for me, saying that I deserved it. But, Kaylee. You get me a gift every year. It is always thrown in the bin, but whatever. So, what on earth happened this year.

Imagine! A girl on her 14th birthday, November 30th, no gifts from her beloved sister. APPALLING! After all that I have done for you, and this is how you treat me. Like rubbish! 100% an awful and an ugly way to treat someone like that. But then again, not as ugly as your face.

Bye Kaylee. ~ Delli, age 14.

Funny thing, "birthday". That was her reunion birthday, not her age birthday. She had two birthdays, a bit like the queen. Dad gave her another birthday where she gets double the amount of presents than her age birthday. Really, she's 13, not 14 as she claimed to be. Mine, Jacob's, and Delli's birthday is actually June 7, not November 30th.

I tried pulling out another piece of paper, but ripped the envelope. There is no letter from dad...?

To be honest, I'm not that surprised. Dad is a mean man, and says things like "you should be more like Delli, Kaylee" and "Why aren't you as pretty as Delli?" and "Get better grades like your sister." The truth is, Delli isn't a strait A+ student like she says she is. She's a continuous D student. I'm the strait A student. Jacob is mostly B's and C's from what I've heared, and I'm very proud of him. Me and Jacob get a lot of pressure from dad and the teachers. Well, in Primary we did anyway.

But then I realised something. Inside, a letter! And it was actually written by dad! It said: Dear Kaylee,

I hope you're getting good grades like your amazing sister at your new school. But why oh why did you enrol in a stupid magic school! So, you're going to get a magic degree? I think not! What's that going to get you? Money? I don't think so. As soon as you're out this retched school you're going strait to university to get a degree in teaching. You're going to be a maths teacher, okay! That's a woman's job, and that's what you should act like. A women.

You are being a teacher. You are having children, that's what women are for. And, of corse, as soon as you're mother leaves (because we both know that terrible women will) you're doing the cooking. You know my expectations.

From Dad.

"Expectations" I said to Bree mimicking my dad.
"What?" She asked.
"Ugh, my dad is so stupid! You're so much luckier than me, you have a perfect dad." I snapped at her.
"You know," Bree started, "I may have a good dad but, my mum is a pile of rubbish."
"How come?" I asked.
"She thinks that she's a good mum by giving us things with name brands on it. Or something expensive like real gold and diamond jewellery. Last Christmas, I asked her for a gaming console. I wanted one from a small brand that was hardly unheard of, but she said that she wouldn't spend her money on piles of rubbish that no one had heard of. And of corse, I needed jewellery so I would 'fit in' and look cool on non-uniform day." Bree said.
"My dad is like that, but only to one of us. My Mum's lovely, and I wish my dad was like her. Instead, my dad gives my sister a giant room, lots of makeup, she has 5 smart phones that all work." I said.
"Family can be annoying." Bree told me. I nodded in agreement.