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Chapter 3

A/N: Hey Buddies!

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After being left at Wool's orphanage, Bella was taken in just like all the others who were left to the government now parentless.
She was a quiet child. Even as a babe she only cried and whined when she was hungry or needed to be changed. At any other time over the years, you would see her quietly observing everything around her with a fixed gaze taking in everything and for one so young it unnerved her caretakers.

Bella was now five and just started primary school. Unlike the kids from the orphanage and some from the surrounding houses, she was not causing mayhem and instead just sat in her seat, legs crossing, and waited for her new teacher, Ms. Crawford to begin instruction.

'It was ridiculous' she thought seeing all the kids running around the classroom while the teacher tried to rally and get their attention.

'It's so easy to just sit down and listen. What's their problems?'
Bella folded her hands over her light grey dress that she and the other girls from the orphanage wore. It was dull and coarse but with the amount of money dedicated to Wool's orphanage, it was the only thing they could afford and was said to be recycled from the 1920's.

For Bella the attire was okay, but she could definitely tell the difference from what she was wearing compared to the other little girls who had clothes with polka dotted skirts or flowered jumpers and while she thought the design was appalling, she did find the appeal at wearing other colors besides her drab gray.

The teacher was still trying to control the twenty other kids in her class and even from where she was sitting Bella could see the helpless expression on her face.

Even she was starting to get annoyed. Not just at her pupils but at the fact that someone who was supposedly supposed to nurture and teach her was so spineless and timid against a bunch of five year olds. Bella with a sigh screwed her face up a little in concentration.

Suddenly, a huge bang rang around the room startling all those present except a little girl with curly red hair and bright green eyes.
As the teacher look around trying to figure out where the sound came from, she also noticed that the kids were finally quiet and still.

"Ok everyone, find your seats so we can begin the class. Today we will be learning about numbers."

No one noticed that Bella had a small smile on her face while everyone else still got over their confusion.

You see, Bella had a secret; one she would like to keep to herself mind you. Whenever she made wishes or wanted something to happen it came true! When she three almost turning four, she was sitting in the orphanage's sitting room, trying to read a picture book.

But she realized that she needed a bit more practice before she could actually read and instinctually put letters to sounds so she decided to just look at the pictures. Seeing how detailed and colored the pictures were, she wished they would move like the animations she once saw on a small telly in the orphanage's front office.

Next thing you know, the big bad wolf was actually blowing the three little pigs' houses down in quick succession.
She was truly stunned for the first time in her short life and although it would be seen as weird and freaky to the people of the public, she was excited to finally feel special. All her life she saw other kids playing with each other. Laughing and joking around but never with her. She was different and just like her, everyone in the orphanage realized it too, isolating her to herself only.

But now she didn't need the matrons or the kids who were supposed to be her "family" because now she had something that none of them did.

She was different from the ordinary kids and that made her extraordinary.

That being said it has almost been two years since she discovered her amazing powers and she practiced them for however long in her free time; so causing a giant bang or the illusion of one since it only resounded in the room was fairly easy even if it did take a little concentration.

Bella relaxed back in her seat and started to draw her numbers one through ten on a piece of paper. Although knowing the numbers were easy as reading books could make you very knowledgeable of things, Bella knew that she wasn't perfect and her penmanship really did need work.

"This is going to be a very long day" Bella mumbled to herself as she looked at the scribbles that were supposed to be numbers.
As Bella reached her room that she was supposed to share but didn't, she tried to rub the rest of the soreness out of her hand. It was cramped from all the writing drills she and the rest of the class were put through and at one point she had to switch to her left one just to ease some of the pain.

It was in that moment of wishing for the irritation to stop that it slowly started to recede. Cramps from what felt like hours of writing was washed away in mere seconds as if it was never there. Bella once again thanked whatever gave her these powers.

Whoo! So another one out just in time for this week's update!

So what did
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Another
chapter is done and this one is longer than the last although not reaching the
standard number I'm wanting to write for each chapter.

My numbers are getting up there and as more ideas come to me it seems the chapters get longer when I write them out!

So this chap introduced Bella and slowly I will mold her into a BAMF because that's what she's going to have to become if she want to be with her OTP in my story.

So Bella has already discovered the magic inside herself even if she doesn't remember where it came from or what she is.

Kids are so cruel and I have personally experienced how being different affects their mindset towards you but unlike myself at Bella's age, she had the confidence to take their contempt in stride.

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