<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://67.media.tumblr.com/d27b4c05d2a150f970fde5faf4e559eb/tumblr_n1df7pogMf1swwx3co6_250.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Orla had always known she was different from the rest of her family. From the age of 5, inexpiable things were happening. Plates that could move by themselves, doors slamming, pictures falling off the walls. It didn't take long for Angela to figure out it was Orla that was making these sorts of things happen. Of course, the girl didn't know how she was doing all of these magical things. Once she started to get punished for them, she couldn't help but feel tempted to do more.<br/><br/>The brunette girl sat on her bed, sketching another picture of their family dog. This time he was laying out in the small patch of sun that burst through the curtains, she was struggling to get the highlights on his fur right, it was making her frustrated. When there was a knock at the door she sat up, placing her sketchpad beside her before standing up and peeping out of the window. Some woman she didn't know. Probably a sales rep. She cracked her window open discreetly, wanting to listen in on the conversation.<br/><br/>It took a moment, but finally her step-dad answered the door. He was dressed in a shirt, tie and black trousers. Black hair had been gelled to the side and he had a mug of coffee in his hand. He looked puzzled from what the strange woman said, taking a minute to respond.<br/><br/>"A boarding school? Well, you must mean Adriana because the other one..." He chuckled, shaking his head. "They're not my kids. Hang on." He mumbled, moving away from the door.<br/><br/>He shouted up for Angela, who came down moments later. She had long blonde hair that was tied into a bun and wore a long green dress. It was quite flattering for her body shape. She invited Amelia in, showing her to their living room. "So, what's this about a boarding school?" She asked, quite rudely.