Control

The Curse

A/N: Hullo! I know I haven't described what she looks like ... at all ... but don't worry! Imma tell u in this chapter.

Ellie's POV:

I sat in the car, staring out the window with my arms folded and blowing more bubbles with my gum. That was my fifth time being expelled from a school. And every time, it was because of the curse. My stupid, stupid curse. I hated it. I felt a single tear slip down my cheek as I watched the cars driving past us. When we made it to our London house, a five minute drive from my school - my old school, I should say - my parents and I got out of the car and walked inside. I ran upstairs and into my room. I threw my bag into the corner of my room and flopped onto my bed, my head on my pillow. After a bit I stood up and got off my bed. I went over to the mirror that was on the side of my room. It went from the floor to the ceiling, so I could see ... well, all of myself. I shut the window, and my door. I made sure no one could see me. Then, hesitantly, I pushed my hood back bit by bit until it fell off my head and onto my back. I looked at the ground, like I was so used to. Then, slowly, I looked up.

My reflection. I saw it, her, the girl in front of me. I inspected myself carefully. I hadn't really changed much over the years. My wavy dark brown hair went down my back and hung around my waist. Part of it was in front, hanging around my face. With a sigh, I pushed it out of my face to see my face properly. I had pale, natural beige skin. There was a splash of freckles on my nose and cheeks. But the reason I always wore a hoodie was because of my eyes. They were grey, but a sparkling grey, like silver. But not even the colour was the weirdest part of it. They shone. Quite literally shone, as bright as a lamp. They were stunning, and I never showed them to anyone. My parents understood my choice to keep myself hidden, but I heard my father talking to my mother one time.
"Julie, she's so pretty. I wish she wouldn't hide herself away all the time," he had said, to which my mum had responded "I know. But what would you do in her situation, Eric?" Even thinking about it now made me laugh. I'm not pretty, and I know it. I'm average. I look like any normal kid. It's my eyes that make me extraordinary. I stared at myself. I wasn't like most other girls, I was actually really comfortable with my looks. Not too pretty, not too ugly. Just right. I just had to keep my face hidden - and that's for my protection. I spat my gum out and opened the window, throwing the gum outside. I heard someone shriek and I poked my head out. 

"Anything wrong, Mrs Figg?" I called out. She was my neighbour, and she was quite a nice lady. She had always been good friends with my mother, and very nice to me. She didn't seem to mind my glowing eyes.

"Someone just dropped their gum on my new purse!" she yelled back up to me "I'll bet it's that Dursley kid, the big one, Dudley. Little b*stard." She continued walking off to her house, which was just down the road from us. I grinned. Then I looked down the street and frowned. The Dursleys were a family that lived next door to us. Dudley was their son, and he was quite a horrible kid. I had gone to his school, and he used to bully me ... before I got expelled from that place. I was quite glad to leave. 

"Ellie!" my mother called from downstairs "Can you come downstairs please?" I shut the window again and walked downstairs. I went into the kitchen and got out another stick of gum, putting it in my pocket. I broke off a piece and put it in my mouth casually, then went and sat on the lounge in the living room where my parents were already seated. When I was around them, or at home in general, I was happy and fun. At school or in public, I'm a completely different person. Mum sometimes jokes that I have two different people living in the same body. Sometimes I think it might even be true. My parents were both smiling ever so slightly. I looked at them strangely. Normally, being expelled for the fifth time, you'd expect your parents to be a bit disappointed or something. But not them, no, they actually looked happy. I crossed my arms.

"Aren't I about to get scolded or something, for not keeping my curse together or whatever?"

"El, we don't scold you for that. You can't control it." my mother said gently. I sighed. She was right. When I was born, my parents knew I was special. Later, they found out that I had supernatural powers. I had elemental control, and at first everyone thought it was a blessing from God himself. I could summon snowflakes, or a light breeze. But as I got older, it started to get out of control. People started to think I was cursed. When I summoned a light breeze, it would turn into a raging wind. When I tried to make a snowflake appear, a snowstorm would hit. And after I turned ten, my powers - or curse, either terms suits it - started to take control. Whenever I was upset, or angry, something bad would happen. Like it did with Bailey. When I got hurt, my curse reacted on its own which is why Bailey went flying into the wall. Sometimes it was good. Most of the time it was bad.

"But we do have to tell you something about your situation," my mother continued. I nodded slightly, indicating I was listening. My parents exchanged a look.

"Ellie, it's not a curse," my father said "You aren't cursed by the Devil, nor blessed by God. Your mother and I are both magical, she is a witch and I am a wizard. El, you are a witch. You are magical."