I thought that I was an ordinary girl with an extraordinary memory and somewhat athletic ability, that I made the school's track team and the girls' soccer team, and did very well at both. Glasses-wearing, brown-haired, left-handed, brown-eyed girl with a natural sandy beach tan. About to graduate high school as a valedictorian, one of ten students in our class, and class student speaker at Hillstead High School, home of the mustangs. Living my life in Sunnyvale, California, with a famous tiger healer for a dad, Jose Rosas, and a renowned therapist for a mom, Guadalupe Rosas, who helps tigers and humans return to their whole mental state. Two siblings: a brother, Joe, and a sister, Sheila. Both of my siblings are older than I am, but they are in the same grade because I skipped a grade in middle school. They're currently 18 and 16, and I'm 15. Two pets I own are a silly Welsh Corgi Pembroke named Moncho and a hopeful Bengal tiger named Fire. The pet my dad owns is a venomless Egyptian Asp named Naga, but I called him Niles. But sometime later, I found out I was completely wrong.

Months before I got my extraordinary powers, my sister and I got these two wonderful pets in weird, but very cool ways. The first of my two loving pets I got was Moncho, and he is currently 11 years old, but he looks like a healthy 2-year-old. My sister and I had been pleading with our parents for months to get a dog. After months of pleading, my parents gave in and agreed to get a dog. One day, my dad helped my uncle because he had taken the day off from the sanctuary to deliver some documents to him at his locksmith shop. After he finished helping my uncle, my dad, my mom, Sheila, and I walked to the small pet shop across the street from my uncle’s locksmith shop. The small pet shop had a cartoon dog on the window. As we entered, we saw some wooden open pens; all the pens had this cardboard-like paper, and the walls were plain cream color.

Sheila, my mom, and I were looking around at all the dogs, but didn't find the right dog for us until my dad called us over to see this little lonely dog. We saw this cute little dog getting no love or attention because everyone in the store was looking at the beagles. When we looked into his wonderful, adorable, affectionate, mysterious, and luminescent brown eyes, we knew he was the one. The thing that made my dad completely for having this little Welsh corgi in our home was finding out from the owner that he was almost at his full size. Then he asked the pet shop owner, "How much is the dog on the left closest to the door?" The pet shop owner replied, "The dog closest to the door is on reserve for an old couple, and they are coming this afternoon." Then we left a little disappointed, but came back a few hours later with our uncle, hoping he was still there in the afternoon.

When we came back to the pet shop, he was still so happy to see us again, and in that moment, we knew it was meant to be. The funniest and cutest thing my dog did was when we paid for him: he ran around the pet shop after they took him out of the pen, with a big smile on his face, looking like he was laughing and bragging to the other dogs. While he was laughing at the other dogs, I thought he was saying this while he was laughing,  "Ha Ha! I'm getting out, and you thought I was crazy and never got out, but I proved you wrong." The way the workers stopped him from running around the shop was by body slamming him like professorial westler. My dad, on the other hand, thought this regrettablely: "Ah, we just paid for a crazy dog, so we can't send him back! It’s meant to be!” Ever since, he has been our loving, but crazy dog. He even helped raise our other pet, Fire, and fell in love with her and produced three fertile kids.

Also quite surprising that some felines and canines can breed and produce fertile offspring. My family proved it with genetic tests using their kids' blood. Before we did any tests, we believed it was possible to produce fertile offspring rather than infertile ones like mules, but most people thought we were nuts because the status quo said that no canine or feline species could breed fertile offspring. Our highly accurate results shocked the science community to its knees, and they knew they could not deny it because our family had so much evidence to back it up. They regrettably changed the theory.

The second pet I got was Fire, the Bengal Tiger. When our family's sanctuary got her, she was 6 months old; now, she is 8 years old. Before we got her, my dad promised me he would let me help get the next tiger back on its feet and back into the wild, but you need your siblings' approval as well, because I don't want you to get hurt if they start getting aggressive. So, I convinced them by making their favorite foods: chorizo, steak, and a bucket of steamed clams. They had a look and tone of being grateful for the food and suspicious as well while asking this question, "Dolores, why are you being so nice? What do you want?"

I replied to them, annoyed, "I'm nice!" They replied, "But not that nice!" Replied, "Alright, the truth is I want to help the next tiger that comes in.” Daddy said, "I need to get your guys' approval before I can do so because Daddy doesn't want me to get hurt if the tiger gets aggressive!" Joe answers,  "Even though you are bribing us with food. I think it would be fun and a good bonding experience as well." Sheila replied, "Alright, it seems like fun!" Ran to Daddy, "I got Joey and Sheila's approval to help me with the next tiger!" My daddy replied, "Good for you, but you need to be very careful raising a tiger because tigers are wild animals, not like cats or dogs!"

The day came when my dad fulfilled his promise to me, it was Take Your Daughter to Work Day. I was in the car when my dad got a phone call from the Santa Clara County Highway Portal, and in the phone call, the Highway Patrol Officer said, "We have a tiger problem! The tiger is walking around, causing traffic on the Lawrence Expressway, and can also hurt someone. Can you help us catch that tiger?" My dad replied, "Yes, we can right away!" So my dad makes a U-turn towards the expressway.

When my dad and I got there, we saw right away that the orange Bengal Tiger was a girl who seemed abandoned by her mother and needed her mother's milk. It was a miracle that this scared and lonely girl was even walking at all. Using our earpieces, which my dad patented and invented, to understand any language, animal, or human alike. It is waterproof, fireproof, shockproof, cold proof, get step or sat on, any weather powered, has a very long battery life, look so hidden that no one knows you are wearing and so comfy that you can sleep with it, lasts for a long time and works great at night also my dad gets money from it as well because he sold the product to a company but not the right to it.

Within minutes of talking with it,  we were able to calm her down by saying, "It's alright, we're not here to hurt you, but to take you to be safer than here. Where you are fed and loved rather than scared, confused, or even hurt." She answered me, "You promised!" I replied, "Promises!" So, she followed us to the truck without any struggle. I knew this one was special just by talking to her. Before leaving the expressway, I squeezed a juicy Porterhouse steak through the bars, holding it to her just for being a good girl and not fighting with us. When my dad was driving back to the sanctuary, I asked, "Dad, can you let Sheila and Joe raise her with your help because you promised that I could?"

We went to the sanctuary and got her checked out. She was very healthy but very hungry. After giving her a good meal, I bathed her and decided what to call her. I was washing her back and found a birthmark that looked a lot like a symbol of fire. I asked her with the earpiece on, "Do you like the name Fire?" She replied to me with genuine contentment, saying, "I love the name Fire because my mother never named me because she abandoned me just after birth!" I replied, "That's really sad!" Then I finished washing her and feeding her baby formula like a baby because she was so weak and too young to eat hard food.

After months of raising Fire with my siblings and Moncho, she and Moncho really surprised me by learning that we were like family. One night, Fire was at our house, not at the sanctuary where she usually is, because she wanted to spend the day with us. We also train her at our house so she can be close to the humans and the dog she loves. On this night, my siblings, Moncho, Fire, and I were playing some games in the backyard—hide-and-seek, monkey in the middle —and just enjoying the cool night, until my pets went on alert and both got into the protective stance of a usually herding dog. Ten minutes into their protective stance, a huge, full-grown American Black Bear that can easily tower over Moncho and Fire. My pets were jumping on the bear, biting it to protect us, and getting tossed around like rag dolls.

My brother hurried inside to get my dad. While Sheila froze up in pure fear, I pushed her out of the way of the bear coming towards her, but while I pushed her, I fell on my back and got my pants caught on a loose branch. In seconds of falling to the ground, the enormous black bear started charging towards me with its jaws and body language in a fearsome way. Two seconds before he was able to strike me, Fire and Moncho charged the bear to the right side together as one and broke the bear's bone, as I heard a massive crack from there, and I broke free from the branch and ran inside to get my dad.

While I was inside, I ran to my dad, who had a look that already knew what I was about to say, while grabbing a broom from the hallway closet. Still, I said it anyway, "Daddy, there is a huge black bear in our backyard, and Moncho and Fire protected Joe, Sheila, and me like a loyal pair of dogs. Moncho and Fire protected me from the charging bear by hitting it at the right side hard!" He told me, "Stay inside with your siblings!" Daddy went outside with the broom clutched in his hands, and he saw Moncho and Fire and the bear covered in blood and bleeding out of their mouths. Then they ran in front of my dad to protect him, and even though our pets were getting in the way, trying to keep him out of the fight, he still managed to land a few good hits on the bear. After an hour, the bear ran off with his head down, having learned that I should not mess with this family again, as they would fight back. My dad saw my pets fall to the ground from their injuries, smiling, because they had protected the family. My dad picked them up, put them on stretchers because he didn't have the tools he needed at home, and took them to our sanctuary's hospital, which is one of the top pet hospitals in the city.

At our sanctuary, my dad called other vets to help Moncho and Fire get better, but none were available. My dad knows how to help them because he got a bachelor's, MD, and Ph.D. in veterinary science, archaeology, and magical arts from Stanford and Ravenwood School for the Magical Arts. He had to do the surgery all by himself, but it was not traditionally done because it's a conflict of interest; however, they needed the medical attention now, and he had to hold his emotional attachment to help them survive the night. After an hour of surgery that went beautifully, he put them together on the huge non-wire floor, instead of a wooden one, with a big comfy bed. They both woke up at the same time to what my dad was saying to them, with tears down his face in gratitude, "Thank you for protecting my children and saving my daughter's life!" Then they said, while they were yawning from being tired and the medication,  "You're welcome, protecting and loving our pack, or family, is our job." When my dad got home without them, all three of us asked in unison  and worried in our voices, "Are they ok?"

My dad reassured us that they are ok by saying this: "They're perfectly fine, but they need to stay there to rest tonight and stay until Monday before they can be released. You guys can see them tomorrow." The very next day, we went to our sanctuary's hospital. They were awake, so happy to see us. Before we picked them up to take them home, my daddy asked me, "When we get to take them back home gives them both a lot of treats like steaks, bones, hot dogs, ham, shrimps, bananas and apples with no skins and donuts holes in their meals for today, tomorrow, the day after as a thank you to them." So, we feed them both the orders my dad told us to give them. They were fed very well and spoiled rotten with love.

Months after the bear incident, another thing surprised me as a tiger trainer and pet owner: families stick together no matter what. It was time to let go of our tigers who are not in permanent captivity, are not injured, or are still being rehabilitated. My siblings and I looked at the list of tigers being set free in the wilds of the state of Assam, India, and the one we personally trained was on the list to go. Our sanctuary takes them to the best tiger reserve in India, Kaziranga National Park. Weeks before our trip, everyone, even the zookeepers, got their shots, and my dad obtained all the government documents needed to release our tigers. On the day of our trip to Kaziranga National Park in the state of Assam, India, in the Golaghat and Nagaon districts, we went to San Francisco International Airport to fly to Jorhat City, India. I was sitting, sad, so my dad asked, "What's wrong, Dolores?" I replied, hiding my sadness with my usual smile, "Daddy, nothing wrong."

After we ate near our gate, A14, in Jorhat City, India, our flight was called, and we boarded. When our plane was taxiing, I was looking through the window. I started to cry sitting in my favorite seat of a plane, the window seat, and my daddy asked me, "Little Peanut, why are you crying? Is there something bothering you?" I replied to my daddy, "Yeah, something is bothering me since we entered the airport. The thing that's bothering me is realizing the reality that I'm never going to see Fire again. I'm really going to miss her so much. I'm scared of letting her go." My dad, as always, gave me good advice: "I know it's hard to let go, but remind yourself of all the good you shared with her, and she will always be in your heart."

After hearing that, I felt so much better that I wanted to drink some Coke, which the flight attendant poured into small, but bumpy, plastic cups. After hours of trying to sleep on these uncomfortable chairs with no success, I decided to write a little in my diary. When you know a book is good, a person starts reading your work over your shoulder while you have your chair as far back as it can go. Then I felt like walking to see how Fire was doing, so I crept so quietly that not even a mouse could hear my footsteps along the hallway of the cabin. I got to the baggage hold where Fire was hanging out.

When I got there, I took my earpiece out of my purse, and I could hear all the other tigers' excitement about going into the wild, except for one, Fire. Fire looked so sad in her big steel cage with wooden floors, as if she didn't want to go. I said to her, "Fire, how are you doing?" She replied in a sad tone, really missing Sunnyvale and living with us, "Dolores, I want to go home with you and become your live-in home pet like Moncho, my love. I want to go back home on my own decision, not by someone who wants me to." A few days ago, my dad told me, "Fire was acting similar to how Moncho acts when he's stubborn, not in an aggressive way, but will just not move from his spot at that moment, and he does it when he is on his leash for a walk.

She only stopped her stubbornness by putting some very non-lethal sleep potion in her meat by one of the zookeepers." It wasn't like her not to listen to us. The only thing I want from Fire is to be the happiest tiger in the world, even if it's not with my family as our pet. I started having the desire to write again while a lot of tigers were partying down all around me in their cages. After minutes of writing, I fell comfortably asleep on a hard steel floor next to Fire. Then an hour later, I woke up, checking my pocket watch for how long I slept, and saw two guys telling me, "Get out of here! You shouldn't be here, and we will give you ten minutes to get back to your seat." I hurried out of there and waved to Fire while saying, "See you later!"

At the Jorhat City airport, we hurried to the Hotel Du Pree to meet Gunha, as our flight had been delayed by over an hour due to a blockage that caused a crack in the fuel line. We made it to the hotel, which looked nice and elegant, Victorian-style, with windows that looked like that period, but unfortunately smelled like overcooked curry. We found Gunha sitting at the bar drinking a beer. Gunha is a tall, good-looking, light-skinned man at 6 feet 8 inches. He is a part-time employee at the Kaziranga National Park and is also pursuing a Master's in wildlife science in town. However, he's a pervert, so he checks my sister and me while we are undressing or changing. Gunha said to us, "What took you so long?" My dad replied, "Yeah, our flight was late." Gunha looked at us with a perverted look in his eyes through my sister and me. Still, Joe fired a look as if you touch them, I will personally kick your ass, Gunha. "It's too late to bring you all to Kaziranga National Park, but you guys must be tired after your flight, so let's all rest, then go tomorrow." We all agreed, yawning a lot, and then we got our room numbers and key cards.

When we got room assignments, I bunked with Sheila, but Joe bunked with Gunha. Our room number was 2045 on the top floor of this 20-story hotel. Our room looked like England, with posters of English rock bands, lamps of Big Ben, and all sorts of soda, coffee, and British tea on the counter, along with other British stuff all over the room. I saw in a magazine down in the lobby, while we were getting our room assignments, about different places. The very next day, we all woke up in the afternoon and had a good lunch in a bustling part of town, since everyone needed to get somewhere fast. Then, all packed into two cars and a trailer full of tigers that had just been fed, we drove two hours down an uneven road to the national park.

When we got there, I saw an arched wooden sign reading "Kaziranga National Park," and tons of lions and tigers chasing gazelles across the grasslands and marshes. After an hour of exploring the park and feeding them, we started taking the ten crates filled with very fed and very happy tigers out of the air-conditioned trailers. All our workers, except my siblings and myself, used crowbars to release the tigers one by one, and they ran so happily out of their cages to the wild. When the tiger my siblings and I raised to full maturity was up next, my dad gave all three of us crowbars to release the baby we had raised into the wild. When we opened her cage, she saw the door open, but all she did was lounge around, looking like this is the right time for a good night's sleep in her cage, like she was relaxing on a beach in Mexico.

After 10 minutes of talking to Fire with no change and using our employees for help with no luck, some of the employees went to get our dad. My siblings and I suggested we give meat and close it, but the other adults thought it would not work because we are too young. A few minutes later, they found my dad drinking soda in the shade, then they told their problem to their boss or my dad by saying this, "We have a problem, one of the tigers is not moving out of her cage, and what should we do?" He asked his employees, with an expression of surprise, "Which tiger is giving you guys trouble, and did you use meat to take her out?"

They replied to their boss with dumb looks and nervousness on their faces, "It's Fire, sir, and no, we didn't give her steak while trying to get her out." My dad got really annoyed by them due to their unimaginative stupidity and said, "If you can't get something done right, you have to do it yourself!" A few minutes later, we all saw my dad and the two idiot employees, then my dad asked  his three children, "Did you suggest giving her meat and closing the cage?" We replied to our daddy, "Yes, we did, but no one listened?" My dad complimented us by saying this: "Good children, and now, some people are using their brains in this room!" Dad dropped two cooked pieces of meat outside of her cage because, for some reason raw meat makes her sick to her stomach, like when my mom gave Moncho a  Reese's Peanut Butter Cup, and a few days later, he was sick to his stomach because dogs can't process chocolate like humans can even though it's in her nature to like it. She likes cooked meat tons better than raw meat ever could. She started moving out of her cage, and she tried to quickly take her steaks back to her cage in her mouth, but the workers shut the steel door before she could get in.

Then she sat down with her steak and ten minutes later, she was done. Everyone was hoping she would run free into the wild, but all she did was sit on the ground, looking very comfy. Then a few people, including my dad, tried to push her into the wondrous grasses and trees of the reserve, but they could not because she was too heavy. While they were doing that, Fire asked me for my gold submariner diver's watch to check how long they had been trying to push her to move, and my watch showed 5 minutes now.

Then she asked me this, with a look that wanted them to give up and let her stay with me and my family, "Are they going to give up now?" I replied, "I don't know." The next thing, and the last thing they tried, was leaving a steak in the grass and then leaving. They left the stake deep in the grass, and she went into it. Ten minutes later, while everyone was about to pack up, she came back with the steak in her mouth and had a look of Really, you just did that! Wow, you're really dumb to the others —except for Sheila, Joe, and me —since she rubs her body against my siblings and my legs like she's happy to see us. I was delighted that she came back. Then my dad raised his hand swiftly and, in pure annoyance at Fire's behavior, said, "I had it!" Then, with a tone of regret, said this, "I give up! Dolores, can you ask Fire what she wants to do?"

Then I walked a few steps up to Fire and I lowered myself down to a crouch position then asked her this "Do you want to live here, or live at our family's sanctuary or at our home as our family's pet? Answer this question wholeheartedly." She answered wholeheartedly to my question and said this: "Finally, someone is asking the right question! I want to stay with you as your family's pet because ever since I met you and you are my family, I always felt this feeling that I was meant to be here, like when you needed protection against the bear or just being a polite pet to guests, not at the sanctuary or in the wild." I answered her, "Ok, but I need to tell dad first." I rushed to my dad, overlooking the watering hole, and drew the animals to relieve his stress from Fire's actions, and he asked what she said. "Dad, the reason she was stubborn today and for the past few days is because she wants to live with us, can she?"

Before he answered, Joe, Sheila, Fire, and I gave looks of Please, Daddy! He replied to us with a look that he had one condition for us "Alright, because I love her as a pet too, but I have one condition, Fire if you hurt my family you are automatically going back to the sanctuary!" She replied to my dad, "I agree to your condition. I don't want to hurt you guys. I love you guys too!" She went back into her cage, which was packed up. Ever since, she has been living with us, and there have been no problems. Her decision to give up her freedom in the wild for a life with us taught me that pure loyalty is much more valuable than freedom, and it can also bring you love.

I have a submariner diver's watch because my dad and I are licensed master scuba divers. Only do it recreationally, but my dad also does it commercially because he’s a marine archaeologist and a tiger healer. My dad has been researching Krokotopia and Egypt, but has to go deep underwater to investigate buildings, objects, and even sunken ships. One time, my daddy promised me we would scuba dive in Egypt. He kept his promise to me by sending us a letter with four round-trip tickets to Cairo, Egypt, and he put a p.s., and it said, "Dolores, bring all your scuba equipment. We are going scuba diving on the fourth day of our break." When we got to Cairo, my dad was so happy to see us at the huge airport and my mom asked dad "How were you able to get these tickets for us?"

My dad answered my mom, "The head of the research team, Professor Arevy, gave everyone tickets to bring our families here and to rest for two weeks. We were doing such a great job, and to air out a temple we recently found a week ago.” I knew all our kids were on summer break. During three days of our vacation, we explored the city, saw Egyptian temples, shopped, and visited the Egyptian Museum in Cairo, Egypt. On the fourth day, in the afternoon, 4 hours before sunset, my dad asked me, "Did you bring your scuba equipment?" I replied to Daddy, "Yes, I did, and when are we going?"

My daddy replied to me, "Very soon, so get ready. If you want to go?" I got ready so fast that I was a little jackrabbit zooming back and forth in our hotel room. When we got to the place where we were going to scuba dive, I saw the most beautiful water, on par with the waters of Mexico. And he could see me so happy with this trip, and that he kept his promise. We did our checks little and filled our oxygen tanks to the brim. We saw so many fish and coral. I took pictures of everything with a waterproof camera. When we went out because our tanks were getting low and it was getting dark, but there was enough to reach the surface, we got to see the sunset and took a picture of ourselves and the sunset.

Before we left the beach, I told dad "Dad, all the trips we go on are the greatest trips because we got to be together like always and thanks for keeping your promise to me Dad." My dad answered me "I 100% agree with you that every trip is the greatest because spend it together and your welcome and I wanted to go scuba diving with you in Egypt too." Then for two days straight, we relaxed at the hotel and played in the pool. Scuba diving is one of the ways we bond, and our favorite places to dive are anywhere in Mexico with water, plus a secret stop halfway to San Francisco. These events in my life taught me always to honor, love, and care for my pets and my promises, and these life lessons were important to learn when I got a really huge surprise.

Few months before graduating, something cool but weird happened to me. On a cool April night, I was getting this dream that felt so real like it already happened to me before. The dream was about me as a beloved, kind, fair regal 17th century Spanish queen that was having a good time dancing the waltz all night long. Then in the gold and marble ballroom with a lot 17th century art like tapestries and statutes, the person that looks exactly to me but it's not me was wearing a very regal purple gown and then made out with a guy, who she was dancing with, having the same the ring as her on his finger. Sadly, I could not see his face because I was looking at his perception of the world not in my past self. The ring was silver with diamonds in the center and gaps in a Celtic style. Then my alarm clock and my pets woke me up, I checked my clock and I was running late. It also showed that today was Friday. I felt I could not get out of bed because I felt there was some pressure from someone. My pets were growling in a protective matter. Minutes later, I started to feel that something was changing inside me.

 I looked in the mirror in my very white room next to my big black computer on the a two floored white work table then I saw my eyes change color to a pale blue color from dark brown. Using my new and different colored eyes, I saw a cute girl with red wavy hair, a little darker skin tone than mine, her age was about 14 years old and she was wearing 1920's attire with a gold locket around her neck. Then I noticed that I could see through her and I realized that she was a ghost. She asked me in a very sweet and cute tone of voice "Hello, I'm Amy. Do you want to play with me?" I screamed my head off because I realized that I was talking to a ghost and also running really late for class. I calmed myself down a little and answered "Hello, I'm Dolores nice to meet you. No, I can't play with you right now because I have school that I am running late for, but later we can." She replied to me "Can I come with you to school?" I replied to her "No, I have to go to school alone." I told my pets this "Can you see her too and I think she is a good ghost." So they smelled her hand then they got more relaxed. She still followed me all the way to school like a stalker. Little did I know my siblings noticed her too.

At first class of the day, but my second class on my schedule because Hillstead High School was on a block schedule, I was rushing, but the bell rang when I got to the grayish white second floor of E Building that also had paint chips on its walls from all the wear  and tear it seemed to be about 50 years old. I tried to sneak into Ms. Peterson's classroom unnoticed, but I was caught by a very annoyed and somewhat angry teacher. Ms. Peterson told me in an angry but very annoyed tone of voice "Do you know why I don't fail you from this class for the 34 times you have been late for this class." I replied with a look of being very sorry and I didn't want to hear it while giving a big sigh then saying this "I know why because I have A plus grades in all of my classes and a lot of extracurriculars." Ms. Peterson replied to me with ordering someone around tone of voice "Yes, your right and get to work." Then Amy had desired to talk even though she knew I had to work, but she seemed like a good ghost all round and I like her for it and she asked me "Wow, your teacher is really bitchy today! What time is lunch?" I wrote on a piece of paper and showed it to her while I finished all of my homework.

My note said "Amy, quiet down a little or I can get busted, for talking in my tutorial class and lunch is at 12:20." Then my teacher grabbed my notebook and asked "Did you finish your work?" I replied to her "Yes, just finished all my work." Then she looked at what I wrote in the notebook then she asked "Who's Amy?" I pointed Amy out to her but she couldn't see her and she yelled at me "You're lying!" I replied angrily "I'm not lying, she is right there. She's right there and she's wearing 1920's attire with a gold locket around her neck. She got even more mad and said "For talking back and lying to me you got detention at lunch break today and here a note for your parents!" After class went to the library for tutorial, Amy said "She was a little bitch for not believing you and giving you detention. I will make her pay for that." I replied to her while sitting on the next to window in the glass library overlooking the Horseshoe or the loading and off loading section that looks like a horseshoe "Yeah, she was being kind of a bitch. I'm usually believed and thanks for the future payback." She answered me "No, problem. It will be fun!"

 At break, I went back to Ms. Peterson's classroom to serve my detention. She ordered me to do this like a drill sergeant. "For your punishment, you will write "I will not lie again." on the white broad until you mean it!" My ghost friend Amy wrote on the white broad with a blue white broad marker that I gave her and she wrote this "Dear Ms. Peterson, Dolores was not lying. I do exist! So stop calling her a liar! Amy." She freaked out in seconds of seeing the writing and the floating marker and said "Detention is over and sorry."

We left Ms. Peterson's class and we hurried to my next class that was economics. While we were rushing, we were laughing our heads off as we watched it over and over again because I secretly recorded the whole thing on my very light grey video recorder with tons of space that I use for journalism because my dad did something to it that I now I have so much memory, none of my video files get written over by each other and never breaks down. Then I asked her this "I would like to know if you want to tell me. How did you die?" She replied to me "Yes, I will tell you, but I would like some of your lunch. first?" I answered her "You certainly may have some of my lunch." I got to my second and final class of the day with four minutes to spare. In class, we watched a movie about Federal Reserve then we got let out extra early because the teacher had a meeting.

At lunch, we walked to the Horseshoe to wait for my mom, but I got a text and it said "Sweetie, can you go eat by yourself and I'll pick you up in one hour from where you are because I'm stuck in a meeting." Then I got curious about if the legend of the Hillstead Ghost is true or not. I asked Amy "Amy want to go ghost hunting with me before we eat?" Her eyebrows raised in a way that she wants to while saying this "Sounds fearsome! Let's go! What is the legend of the Hillstead Ghost?" I replied to her with a look and tone giving fear of the ghostly unknown "I heard it said by older brother, friends of mine and ghost websites that the second floor A Building is haunted by ghost of a boy who hung himself others say it's a man that was going to be principal of this school, but had a heart attack before starting his first day of work. Every story tells of lockers getting open and closed when no one is there also people of both genders getting touched and groped. Two of my friends, whose a boy and a girl also both named Alex, got groped by this person while walking to class by themselves.

 So, I got my video recorder ready as I walked and Amy floated across the bridge from the upper floor B Building. Inside the upper floor of A Building, we called out to the ghost while I held my video recorder tightly while my eyes changed color again to that death looking pale blue color I told you about earlier. Then we saw a man with very dark skin and blonde with a not so thick French accent in his early 50's and wearing professional 60's attire. We asked him "Are you the ghost that haunts this building and if so why do you grope people?" He replied to us with lustful eyes and tone of voice "Yes, I'm the ghost of the second floor A Building and I grope people because I like feeling their private parts. My name is John Rider and I am going to grope both of you, a ghost girl and a human girl." I told Amy as he was moving closer to us and looking at us with his lustful eyes at our bodies like we were his sex objects he could use to whatever he pleased "Run!"

While running for the hills against this pervert, I held my recorder even tighter then we ran all the way to the Taco Bell that is combined with a Kentucky Fried Chicken in the Lomore Outdoor Shopping Center on the corner of Hillstead Road and Hollybeck Avenue. Before we entered the Taco Bell, I put the video recorder in my purse. Then I bought 6 tacos and 20 hot wings and we found an empty tall table with two tall chairs with some pure luck we found them in this loud and crowded orangey red place due to being lunch hour for everyone from big companies and nearby schools including ours. While we were waiting for our food, I texted my mom that I was a Taco Bell near my high school then I asked Amy "How did you die?" Then she replied to me "I answer that question when we get our food because I don't want you to be tired like you are right now because of your hunger you will possibly fall asleep while I’m telling my story." I got a tray full of tacos and hot wings because I’m the only that can see her and she couldn't grab the tray because it would look like it floating and the other customers would freak out. She starts eating the shadow of Taco Bell's taco and added sauce to it by the same process.

After she finished her first taco and while getting half way through my first taco with a lot of hot salsa dipping into the wax paper and getting a second hot wing, she started her very dreadful story of how she died in a very sad tone of voice. "I was living in New York City with my parents until 1924. On June 14, 1924, my parents died in a train accident then sent to an old smelly girl orphanage called Red Lake School for Girls. The orphanage was run by a headmistress named Ms. Opal. She had black hair, tall  thin as a stick, jacked up teeth and always wearing black. I was treated like a slave there because when my parents died, all the money my family had was taken away from me because I couldn't inherit what was rightfully mine due the fact I am women and it went to my greedy stupid second cousin. I was forced to give up my whole life and be locked away in that orphanage. It wasn't so bad with the other girls around, but when I was alone with Ms. Opal would beat me for no reason. One day when I was alone in my room sleeping in my dirty old bed like always, I felt someone on top of me and touching me in inappropriate places, at that moment I realized that I was getting raped. I opened my eyes and saw Ms. Opal was on top of me. I felt her tongue in my vagina and with her hands she grabbed my breasts ever so softly. It was feeling so good, but I don't want to admit and after an hour of that, she told me to close my eyes then I was floating over my body. The two things I want to know is this: why did she kill me and how did my vagina taste?" I said to her "That really sucks!" She replied "Yeah, but I am free to live my dead life here and I like it." Right after our talk, we got very curious about the letter from my teacher, so we shined it in the light to see through the envelope and it said "Dear Mr. and Mrs. Rosas, I would like to speak to you tomorrow at 8:00am about your daughter's strange behavior today."

Twenty minutes later, my phone rang. It was my mom telling me that she was outside. When I got into my mom's midnight blue X Terra, my mom asked "Hello Sweetie, how was your day today?" I replied with a look of confusion of how my day was today "Hi Mommy, my day was just plain weird and I don't want to talk about right now, but at dinner, I want to." We went home to drop me off because my mom had a meeting in two hours and it's kind of far away.

Hours later at dinner time, my family was all together and eating chile con crane and vegetable beef soup. My dad asked all three of us "How was your day been Sweeties?" I replied with a tone of confusion of today's events and nervousness of the day's events, but built up the courage to say it anyway "Last night, I had a dream, but I felt so real like it happened to me before. The dream I had was about me as a beloved 17th century Spanish queen at a ball, dancing the night away and made out with a guy. Today, I saw and befriended a ghost named Amy that was on my bed. When I was in class, I got detention for lying and back talking, but I wasn't lying about seeing her and even the teacher saw Amy writing on the white broad. I proved the legend of the Hillstead High Ghost was true with my video camera. Mom and Dad, my teacher wants to have a parent-teacher conference tomorrow with you about what happened today."

My dad's tone and look on his face was protective of his young from boys as he freaked out and said "Who's this cabrón, so I can kick his cabrón for making out with you!" I replied to my dad "Sorry dad! I couldn't see his face." Then Sheila spoke up and she said "I heard her talking to Dolores and I could understand it clearly also it sounded like she's a very cute girl, but I could not see her. The last one to speak was Joe and said this "I saw a very cute 1920's girl but  sadly I couldn't hear her." We all wanted to know this and we said loudly to our parents "What is happening to us?"  After hearing our stories of our day and hearing our question, my parents started to look really guilty like that they were hiding something from us. My mom said this "You are all half human half witch hybrids because your father is a witch and I am a human." Then my dad spoke "The things that are happening to you are normal because they are your gifts waking up now. Joe, your gift is seeing the dead and spirits, but can not hear them. Sheila, your gift is to  hear the dead and spirits, but not see them. Dolores, your gift is hearing, seeing and talking to the dead and spirits, but that is not what makes you the most powerful of the three. What makes you Dolores the most powerful is your second gift is being able to have visions of the past, present and future of anyone even yourself like you did last night, but you can call them dreams, if you like." My dad told us "You all are going to live about 5000 years instead of 10,000 years because you are half human and half witch it makes your lives shorter than mine, but longer than your mom's life." We answered my dad "So, let's get this straight, our lifespan is like a time lord lifespan in our favorite British tv show. Did you meet mom the same way you told us" My dad said to us "Yes, that's a good example of your lifespans and yes, I did meet your mother at the radio station like I told you all." We were all relieved that we didn't have to change that memory for another truth and remove it as a lie.

After eating dinner, my parents took us to a wall in our house then I asked dad "Why are we here? It's just a wall." My dad somewhat laughed at my comment "We just made it look like a wall!" Naga slithers into the room after catching a fresh mouse from the front lawn to my dad's hand and each step Niles took he started changing into a very old oak wand, but I could feel that it was a very powerful wand no less. My dad waved his wand then in seconds, a medieval style door with all the fixing like bronze hinges magically appeared before us. Naga changed from a wand to a round silver snake-like key in very old style.

 We entered a room full of portraits being held together by a harmless black vortex with one long red rug from the 14th century to stand on. Then my dad spoke and he said this "The room we are currently in is The Hall of Rosas. Every Rosas is in here from every century even now. Our family line is a long and powerful one." We all went to separate parts of the room to see the portraits of our family. I walked curiously amazed at all pictures of my family's ancestors until I was stopped cold by one picture it felt like I was looking into a mirror expect for the regal 17th century clothing and seating down on a gold throne with jewels to my causal low key 21st century clothing and being standing up as I screamed my head off.  My family came running as they saw me white as a ghost as I pointed at the portrait. My parents said "Relax, Little Peanut! We will explain who she is." I calmed down and my parents answered me by saying this "Dolores, this is your long great grandmother Dolores Anastasia Rosas and she was alive in the 17th century as a beloved 17th century Spanish queen. Dolores, you look just like her." Then my siblings examined me and the big portrait to see if it were true. After ten minutes of carefully looking at the portrait and me, they were shocked at the truth as they said  "Wow, Lolaites! You look a lot like her!" (Lolaites, Little Peanut, Munckin, Sweetie and Little Panqueca  are nicknames that my family calls me) Then I looked at my long great grandmother's pictures a little bit longer as my family went to see our family's picture. I asked myself this "Long Great Grandmother Dolores Anastasia Rosas, please help guide me."

After leaving The Hall of Rosas, I asked my dad "How can Naga do that?" My dad happily replied to me "Forty years ago before I met your mother and I started the tiger sanctuary with your mother, when I was on break from working on a research dig at the Great Pyramid of Giza in Egypt for Ravenwood School of the Magical Arts and Stanford University. I went out for a walk around the Nile and it was early morning before sunrise. I started hearing a someone crying then ten minutes later, I saw a wand crying and I asked the wand "Why are you crying?" The wand replied to me "I'm not crying!" I asked the wand "Then why are there wet stops on the ground?" Then the wand admitted the truth "I was crying because I want to be my old self again a venom-less Egyptian Asp! Some mean men took me from my home in the rocks close to The Temple of Anubis in Zawty or modern day Asyut, Egypt to London, England because they found out that I was the rare venom-less Egyptian Asp and changed me into this powerful but really helpless wand. After they were done with me and succeeded in their greedy plans, they left me here to die in this form."

 I asked the wand with a look of really caring for the wand "That's awful! What is your name? My name is Jose Rosas." The wand replied to me "My name is Naga, but I like being called Niles as well. Nice to meet you." After I took the helpless wand Naga into my temporary apartment in Cairo, I gave Naga some Strawberry and Whipped Cream Boston Cream Cake while he looked at some photos of my family before and asked  "Is this your family and do miss them?" I replied to Naga "Yes, they are my family and I miss them but I know that it will only be a little while. The cake we are eating is mine and my family favorite but it's hard to find here but I have only found this cake in a small bakery west of here because the cake is so popular it makes the ingredients so hard come by. In the States, the cake is a very popular cake that you can get anywhere, but you need to get there early because it gets sold out fast."

 In seconds of giving kindness, I started to see a very ancient  Krokotopia writing on Naga's wooden back "The one that gives kindness to this snake that is a wand will be worthy of using his power and becomes his caretaker for now on." In seconds of reading it, the wand changed back into the snake again and I realized that I am his owner now." When he got home to the States, he bought Naga with him and ever since, I could remember he been with us.

Year later, I became one of that four that can read and write this style of writing, the other three being my eldest son Joe, eldest daughter Sheila and youngest daughter Dolores after my children found a big rock that looked like a tree stump with letter inside of it in the backyard with this language on it and it had water stains like it was sailing in something years later and the words. So I taught my children how to read the letter after they found it.

The very next day, my parents went with me to school for the parent teacher conference. After my parents got their visitor passes, I showed them to the class I got detention in. Then as we entered the classroom my teacher asked us to sit.  Ms. Peterson told my parents this "The reason I called you all here is to talk about Dolores' strange behavior yesterday. I think she needs pills to control her  hallucinations and needs to go to a mental hospital to be checked out as well as you should put her there for her own well being." Right at that moment she said that, my parents saw me trying to control my anger for her at that moment and I looked like I was about to blow my top off like a raging volcano. I wanted to cuss her out and possibly ring her neck. My parents knew that I was perfectly fine and that my powers just woke up yesterday and said this in a very angry tone at her "My daughter is perfectly fine! For college, she's going to a very elite school for very gifted school students like her, not a mental hospital!" After my parents said that, she looked white like the White House and almost peed herself as all three of us left the classroom.

 My dad saw me a little sad at what she said about me and he told me this "Little Peanut, don't be sad about what she said. Some people just don't understand what they can't see." Then my mom spoke "Why not, we get Joe and Sheila out of class and all of us get ice cream on this warm beautiful spring day!" I said with enchanted excitement "Ice cream...ice cream!" My dad answered "I think that's a good idea because it is a warm spring day." My parents and I went to the administration office, my parents asked the administration office front desk for the sign out sheet. My parents signed my siblings and I  out of school then the office's worker called their teachers to send them up.

They were so happy to see us and being able to get out early from school. When we all got into the car to get ice cream then Joey and Sisy asked me "How was your meeting with your teacher?" I replied to Sisy and Joey "Sisy and Joey, mommy and daddy told her off!" My siblings replied to me "That's cool! Aww, I missed it!" No, I recorded it, but you guys need to watch this one first. They replied to with amazement that a teacher go mental "Wow, she'll gone crazy!" Then they saw the recording and said "Go mom and dad!" After driving a little bit, we got to the ice cream. We watched people pass by in our family's car with while I had a vanilla ice cream with the bananas embracing the ice cream and whipped cream on top as a topper of this white Christmas Tree of an ice cream. Right when I got home, I got an idea for my next week's news story title as the ace reporter for the Daily Mustang aka the school newspaper and my story was titled "Legendary School Spook is Real!"

 A month later, I wondered where the class of 2010 was for the Goodbye Rally even my siblings while wearing a Stanford Sweater because I finally got accepted a week ago to that school. I was hoping for months to get into their anthropology and political science program. Then ten minutes later, I got a text from my friend, but I forgot her name because she went to the University of California in Liman. It's an hour away from Los Angeles to learn about agriculture and it said "Dolores, come to the Senior Stage because all of our class is here!" I came with my Stanford Sweater and saw everyone in my graduating year, even my sister and brother then she asked "Did you go straight to the gym before getting here?" I replied to her with regret "Yes, I did!" Then at the Goodbye Walk, a football player named Kevin, who is my friend, grabbed me from behind and carried me on his back after I  made a backward roll in my Stanford Sweater. After the whole senior class got to their seats and I found a seat in the front with pure luck. The head of the rally told us "Turn to the section with all the teachers because there is a little surprise for you all from the school and teachers turn your poster board." We turned to the section that our teachers were in while our teachers flipped the poster board and my whole graduating class were amazed that we are going to England to the Tower of London and going see temples in Mexico.

After all the stresses of exams and knowing that I had all A's in my classes even though, the school grades were late, now it time for some fun at the graduation, but my family was being really slow at taking my siblings and I as we were dressed in our deep green robes because they wanted to take pictures of us in them. While Moncho, Fire and my parents thought Sheila and I looked so cute and Joe looked handsome like we were modeling for them. All three of us were almost late for our graduation at De Zaba College in Cupertino, CA because our school's football field was being remodeled. We saw that everyone was rushing to get lined up for the ceremony like everyone had somewhere to go in the great city of New York City.

Before our class gets to be the personal models for all the people that care about them, it was the time for the speeches and I was shaking, so nervously like I was freezing to death as I walked down the wooden stage to the podium. Right before I made my speech, I gave three deep breaths then I spoke the words that I had been practicing for since late April when I got chosen by my graduating class to speak. The words I said were: "Hello, thank you all for coming! Wow, four years have passed and now, everyone goes their separate ways but never forgot the memories we shared. Those memories are like a butterfly leaving but coming back to see what  we made for the future.

Our class must close one door to open another, so families wish for our class success in finding what we are going to be in the future and the great people we are going to become. Congratulations class of 2010! We did it! All valedictorians please  stand up." I saw my siblings stand up, but even though I was a valedictorian I could not stand up due to being the student class speaker. Then I spoke again and said "All graduating students stand up!" Then it was the most exciting part getting the diploma case and getting to be a little model. After all 250 students including my brother, sister and myself got to be little models and received our diploma case to put our diploma after the ceremony was over, I said with pride in these words from the bottom of my heart "Graduating class of 2010, please you can turn your tassel to left!"

 After the ceremony was over, I got so relaxed that I finished my speech so beautifully then my dad told with his usually blunt but kind and very proud tone of voice "Dolores, you did great in your speech!" He hugged and took pictures of all three of us in our green  robes and said "You all graduated! I'm proud of you all!" All three of us went to the table where our diplomas were laid and saw everyone looked like a herd of cattle trying to get some hay or newborn puppies trying to get milk from their mother.

 After my siblings and I gained our diploma, we went home because there was not going to be a Stay All Night Party this year because of the trip next week. At home with a ton of food at our home party like tamales, chile con crane and other tastes things, my relatives told all three of us as well as gave us money, iPads, flowers and three gifts "Congratulations, Doloritas, Joseph and Sheila! We have gifts for you all and we all put our money together to get these gifts. Use them well. We got you all iPads with magical upgrades like the Internet in a different world because Dolores we knew you needed a small computer for the longest time and you'll need them even more in college. Here some money for college, so don't spend all of it on the first week! The last gift is the special present each of will get a special present. Dolores, your special presents are the Water of Fire and the Spear of Hector. Sheila, the special gift is the Bow of Artemis. Joe, we got for you is the Night of the Spider."

 My special presents are so cool and historically fascinating for a girl who reads folklore and mythology like me. The Water of Fire looks like a clear blue raindrop, but inside has an orangey red liquid fire in it hanging from a copper chain. The Spear of Hector is made of pure gold and I knew it because I tested it to check for sure, but it feels so light and has Ancient Greek writing of the period because I have researched that language as well as very ancient Egyptian with my dad and it said "This spear belongs to Prince Hector of Troy son of King Priam." One day, I tested the lightness and the power on the fence, but I got busted for doing that because I broke one wood plank of the fence with the one handed spear by throwing it perfectly like a knife through butter in the center then had to put a new one in its place.

The night after testing the spear, Joe, Sheila and Cousin Amy woke me up and told me "Dolores, get up we must all meet the Ghost Council because we have the gifts of communicating with the dead." I got up with the desire to go back to bed as I spoke "Alright, I'm up. Let me get ready first and then we'll go." I creeped to the bathroom  to wake myself up and to brush my hair because I didn't want to wake my parents at this very late hour. Ten minutes later, we wrote a note to tell our parents where we are if we got home too late and it said "Dear Mom and Dad, we are going to meet the Ghost Council or a committee where all ghosts and spirits hang out and part of at 2224 Dock Ave because of our powers and they celebrate a party to honor them. We will be back soon don't worry and we have our cellphones. Love Joe, Dolores, Sheila and Cousin Amy."

 Cousin Amy told us as we walked to the nearest door with a knob we could find the laundry room while she touched the door and said a few words, but I don't remember the words at this moment sorry "Turn the knob and open the door." In moments, the other side of our laundry room door showed a nightclub filled with spirits, ghosts, angels and demons having a good time eating, drinking, dancing, talking and laughing the night away. We all heard jazz music bouncing off the walls of this ghostly dance hall then Cousin Amy introduced us to her friend Jed that is a ghost. He seemed very generous by offering us whatever drinks and food we wanted and I could see just by looking at him why Cousin Amy likes his company. He looked like he died in the 1940's during World War 2 by being a bomb raid victim in London, England because of the style of clothing he was wearing and I got read on him with my gift.

Right when he said that, we got very hungry even though it is night time, so we ordered food. I ordered a medium steak with a side of shrimp scampi and a coke, but my brother ordered ribs with root beer and my sister ordered pizza with coke float. Cousin Amy and Jed ate nothing because they weren't very hungry. After eating, Cousin Amy and Jed introduced us to the Ghost Council as they said this to them "The respected Ghost Council these our are friends, who are aware of are ghostly and physically existent, we would like to introduce them to you: this is Dolores, Sheila and Joe." The Ghost Council replied with a very happy tone of voice as if overjoyed that someone of the living can finally understand their stories even though, we have died "Hello Joe, Sheila and Dolores! Welcome make yourselves at home with the other guests! Food and drinks in the house! Mingle with anyone and everyone! Oh, how rude of us not to introduce ourselves.

I'm Ghastly Garçon the head of the Ghost Council and owner of this wonderful establishment. He looked like a floating ball of blue see through gas like ghost with a yellow face and brown, almond shaped eyes, wearing a waiter suit and acting like a high class waiter of this classy establishment.

The second council Ghastly Garçon introduced us was Yuki-onna or snow woman, but she had a look of being a 14 years old and was pale blue lips. While wearing a modern white gothic clothing instead of a kimono like in the legend. The color of her lips has a similar color to my eyes when I'm in my ghost sense mode. Then she spoke with a southern accent as if she was a southern belle as she said this "Hello Ghastly Garçon, Jed and Cousin Amy nice to see you again. Hello, Dolores, Sheila and Joe nice to meet you. I'm Yuki-onna. Welcome!"

The third council member Ghastly Garçon introduced us to the Grim Reaper. He acted so cute with his medium sized head, child sized skeletal body and black cape as he was smiling and waving his scythe around as he said this "Hello, I'm Grim Reaper. Kami! kami! Die! Die!" From the first time I met the Grim Reaper, he looked like a cute version of the grim reaper, so I would call him affectionately "The Cutesy Grim Reaper.", which he hates, but on the other hand, he seemed to be very protective of it. As if he only allows me to call him that like I was a rare flower that he must love and protect for some reason. On one occasion before we left for college and after we graduating high school, everyone in the ghost committee, who became mine and my siblings' friends by this time noticed, a smart ***, rusty brown feathered Fucanglong or a Chinese underworld dragon named Pave called him by the same name I call him just as joke to see how he would reaction and then he used his scythe and showed Pave that he couldn't support someone insulting something precious to him to the point, you could see the wounds from head to toe for two days straight, and everyone now knows that I am the only one that could say without getting beat up.

The  fourth council member Ghastly Garçon introduced us was a Kyūbi-no-kitsune or Nine-tailed fox named James, but five minutes before he introduced us to James, he told us to not be alarmed by his weird relationship with his tail and go with the flow. James said "Hi Ghastly Garçon, Jed, Cousin Amy and hello to your wonderfully interesting human guests. What are their names?" Ghastly Garçon replied to his comment with a very professional matter as he said "These are my friends Sheila, Joe and Dolores." James replied calmly while listening to the jazz music filling the air as he said this "Nice to meet you. I'm James." He had tan fur with black god-like markings on his forehead and back as well as his tails have a mind of their own. Two minutes later, one of his tails played a joke on us by stealing our keys and wallets as he made a distraction by doing the Eiffel Tower with a yoyo.

After a few seconds, all of us felt a lot lighter and realized we just robbed as we saw the tail holding are stuff. When James saw our stuff being held by his tail that seemed to be his favorite of his nine tails because talked to it like he was in love with it as he said this "Nessie, please give back their belongs to our friends it was a funny joke but now it is time to give it back. You will get something good if you do." Then the tail released our belongings from its grip as it said this though it's a cat face mask "I'm sorry for stealing. I was just playing a joke because I like you all. You seem nice." Then James said this to Nessie as he patted, gave fried tofu and kissed his tail like she was his lover "Nessie, thank you for letting go. You are such a sweet silly girl I love even if everyone thinks it is weird. You are such cutie." Then James said this to us in a more straightforward, but friendly and sorry as he said "Sorry, about that. When Nessie really likes people she likes to play harmless tricks on them. She's really a good girl."

Then a girl came out of nowhere and told Ghastly Garçon in a seductive, but flirty tone of voice like he was her lover as she said this while kissing his neck "Sweetie, you forget to introduce me to your friends. Remember I'm a part of the Council too. You cute naughty boy!" Ghastly Garçon replied "Sorry, my love. This is my lovely wife and the final council member Hanako-san and she's the spirit of a young girl from World War 2 and she haunts the school bathrooms to see how humans react when they open the door." Then she said this "Welcome! Nice to meet you. I like you all, so I would like to be friends with you all." All three of us replied honestly "Yes, we would like that."

It was 4 o'clock in the morning in the human world, which was the same time here, my siblings, my cousin and I were getting really tired from all the fun we had here and didn't want to get busted for sneaking out of the house. All four of us said "Good bye." Everyone at the ghostly nightclub said this to us "Sheila, Dolores, Joe and Amy, goodbye and come again!" We sneak back to our home in the human world and grabbed and destroyed the note from the fridge because Amy used her ghostly powers to go through walls and saw they were fast asleep. We sneak into our beds and fell asleep to make it look like we were asleep all night like nothing happened.

One week later on Friday the 25th of June, Sheila, Joe and I were going with our class on the trip to England and Mexico. The night before, I was stuffing my travel case full of things I need for a trip. I looked at the itinerary and room number that I got from the teachers  two days earlier by the mail that my sister picked up while I was dealing with a suitcase that wouldn't close until my pets and I body slammed it shut. Few hours later, at the airport my dad gave all three our passports to Joe for safekeeping before we got to the line to check in and the long and the annoy security checks lines sometimes I wish it was the good old days that about 30 minutes to get on the plane but now it takes three hours to do all this lame stuff that seems like a ride at Disneyland or seems like you been there all day. My parents gave us some money and gave the cross with their hands then said "Tenias cuidado! Be careful and don't spend it all at once. Te quiero mucho! Call in the morning, in the afternoon, before you go to sleep, when you land, leave from England to Mexico and back to the USA from Mexico." We replied in happiness about doting us and the money "Yes, we will and we'll be careful! We will not spend it all."

 After going through the lame security checks, I started getting the feeling that there was a little stowaway in one of our bags but it felt like I knew the person that was in Joe's black rolling travel case because my eyes turned pale blue again. While we were eating some Burger King in front of our grey looking gate, my gift revealed that it was my friend Amy that also became my new distant cousin because my parents allowed her to live with us as our cousin and family's ghost when we got our powers. Sheila and Joe was happy to see that Cousin Amy was coming with us because they were missing her because little did I know they had a romantic crush on her and on each other. Right before we got on the plane, we all looked at our tickets and saw that the tickets that were given by the school's all night committee by mail after paying your fee were first class tickets now that's where most of our money went to.

When we were on the plane, I saw all my friends in the long white with a blue strip on the inside. I was sitting in the window seat next to  Jamie on the left side. She went to UC Berkeley for zoology after graduation. When were flying on the plane to England, nothing interesting happened until someone vomited the row before us right after we got into some turbulence then landed in my basketball playing friend named Tessa's hair right behind her then I started feeling like vomiting because I have a weak stomach for vomit but I grabbed my old and useful blue sweater and I put my sweater over on my head.

  After the vomit was cleaned up, I started to notice on the Global Positioning System that the plane was flying in circles like it lost it sense of direction. The plane crew told everyone on the plane that we need to stop in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. In Oklahoma City, the flight crew wouldn't let us leave the plane to stay in the airport due some protocols. Three hours later, a lot of people including myself were getting very bored. Some were angry about no food or drinks and a lot of babies were crying to the point I was getting a bad headache that wouldn't stop. An hour later, we finally made it to New York City and    all of us missed our plane to England by an hour. One of the teachers was able to persuade the airline to pay for our hotel and our tickets for the next flight tomorrow afternoon. My siblings and I called our parents, so they didn't get worried "Hi Dad and Mom, we're fine just stuck in New York because the airline made us miss our flight and we are going to the hotel. Adios Dad and Mom." My parents replied "That's good that you guys are ok and you had a safe flight. Call us before you guys go to bed."

 When we drove to the hotel, everyone was hungry and tried but there was nothing open. The hotel knew we were coming but found out at the last minute that the hotel did not have enough rooms for more than 100 students due to the summer vacation season. Half of our graduating class had to sleep on the buses that took us to the hotel like my brother. The other half including my sister and I were fortunate enough to sleep in rooms. The teachers handled this problem very well that it didn't become a big fight like very pure savages but used a very fair lottery system by putting mine and partner's name on the piece of paper. My partner was my sister.

After the lottery for room keys, our whole senior class was looking for something to eat then we found a vending machine that looked like a God sent. It became a party at the vending machine with snacks and people happily talking to one another. It was not the most filling meal but it was better than going to bed hungry. After that party, some people like my sister and I bought some more snacks to eat in the room and on the plane then everyone went to bed after an hour long sugar high that some people like myself didn't feel. While we were in our room at about midnight, our brother knocked on the door, so all three of us called our parents at the same time. We told my parents "Hi Dad and Mom, we are fine. We are going to bed." Seconds later my parents asked us "That's good that you guys had a safe car ride and your flight was well. Padie son to all three of you. Benias noches!" After the call was finished, my brother left quickly from our room to recover his place on the couch in the lobby from his friend.

The very next day, everyone was really dowsing from the night before and having to wake up early for a three hour long boring stay to check our bags and passports. Two days later in my hotel room that I was sharing with my sister in England, while watching the news that morning, a new report said that "The flight tower suspected there was a bomb on the plane, forced all planes to stop at the airport and didn’t lit any person off."

Two months later, my parents called us down from watching a movie called Avatar that my brother bought us when he went to the movie rental store on the other side of the block two days earlier in our white stucco game room with a big square black tv with the ability to read VHS, DVD and Blue Ray and a big light blue and white inflatable chair. We rushed downstairs like the wind on a warm summer day at the beach and saw our parents holding many brochures and acceptance letters for magical colleges to learn more professional magic like they were playing cards. They said "All these schools you can go to other than this world's colleges, but all these are the most world renowned magic colleges.

When I glanced carefully at the brochures, I started getting the feeling that I was being drawn to one of the brochures like I'm supposed to be there and the school I got that feeling from was Ravenwood School of the Magical Arts. Then all of us said "We want to go to Ravenwood School of the Magical Arts because it was your school daddy!" They were happy that we were going study magic and become great magical people but a little sad in that they will have to let us go to a whole different world far from the human one that we have called home because they require all students to live on campus even if they live near the school as they said "You guys got accepted and are confirmed to go because your teacher recommend you all!" Little did I know that my parents knew that I was fated to go even without my siblings.

The night before I went to my new university for witches being Ravenwood School of the Magical Arts, I had a vision, but I call them dreams. This dream was the most powerful and happiest dream I ever had. The dream I had two parts. The first part of my dream was a night with a full moon burning bright in the night sky then I saw a man with long black hair with a bald stop in the center as well two braids in his hair that were connected to a Widow's Peak, wearing a jet black ornate robe in an ancient Japanese style with silver bottoms, orange trimmings and orange scarf-like belt. He firmly grasped the broom with one hand while flying through the night sky in front of the moon and the other hand, held a long black staff-like wand about 5 feet long with a blue round stone entwined with a gold dragon with big wings that could be used for flight on top. He used his staff-like wand to take the whole gloomy and dark looking school with an emblem of a skull and that symbolizes death. I saw that when my dream zoomed up closer like a pair of binoculars to see into a solar eclipse without the person going blind.

The second part of my dream is the one I love the most. In the second part of my dream, I walked into a classroom filled with yellows and blues everywhere in an elegant Roman style and in the classroom an emblem of an eye around a triangle in a blue, round plaque also as his desk with the comfy looking chair. He looked very similar to the man in the jet black robe like they were close family like brothers or twin brothers expect for a few things: one, he was bald, two, he was left handed, three, he was taller by 6 inches than the man in the black robe, who looked like he was 6'1, but he was younger than him and lastly, he was wearing an elegant yellow ornate robe with blue trimmings in an ancient Japanese style also having a blue scarf-like belt instead of an orange one. I saw myself walk up to this amazingly  wonderful but extremely lonely man while raising my right hand in greeting and affection. Rose his right hand then seconds later, his hand joined mine for a handshake and we shook as one. Right after we joined as one, he did something so odd but yet kind at the same time, he slapped the back of my hand but not hard.

That same night, Headmaster Merle Ambrose, who is the headmaster of Ravenwood School of the Magical Arts, looks like an elderly light cream skin man that looks in his late to mid 80's but could be much older due to the fact, he created Wizard City, has a beard longer and more pointed than the beard of Santa Claus and wearing a dark blue robe with stars colored in a yellow as the design while holding a straight maple staff, but long, but as long the man in the jet black robe like about 5 feet with a red hook with a green jewel in the center of it, woke up from having a dream about a girl that wears glasses, has brown hair, dark brown eyes that close to black in the darkness, a girl with natural sandy beach tan skin, with two siblings a brother and a sister both older than her. She will save the Spiral from ruin and will bring an age of light at its most dire hour with the help of Professor Cyrus Drake in the form of training her in powerful myth and fire spells and they will fall in love with each other in the process. After having the dream, he felt so happy for his loyal and trusted friend Cyrus that he would find love for once in his life, also that he doesn't have to be so lonely anymore and he could heal from all the pain he has been dealt with in his life.

Then Headmaster Merle Ambrose woke up his purple owl named Gamma with square but curve midnight blue glasses, gold headband like crown and yellow face markings eyes, mouth and talons because he wanted to tell his dream to. Gamma was very cranky to the point of cursing like a sailor, but had a look of a half dead like zombie and half fully awake ready to listen then Ambrose told his happy dream to Gamma. Then Gamma had a look of seriousness and concern about a good professor getting into an intimate relationship with a student. "Merle, we can't tell him or her because it will influence their shared fate more likely in a negative matter and we can't support student and teacher relationships because it's school policy!"