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Before the Coven my life was almost the same as every other 17 year-olds. I had a great life. I was a senior in high school, I had a petty good job, I had great friends, I was a straight A student, and our schools best female athlete. There was one part of my life that made me different; I lived in a foster home with my foster parents and 6 other orphans; all boys.


The only thing I had from my family was a locket, one that wouldn’t open and had strange writings on it.


For those of you who don’t have brothers or aren’t the only girl I’ll explain what its like. I grew up playing sports instead of with dolls, I was taught how to fight rather than about makeup and hair, I played with bugs rather than ran from them. I grew up a tomboy. As I got older I grew out of it a bit, but not completely.


Don’t get me wrong now, having 6 older brothers wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It kept me from getting bullied, it made me popular in high school, it helped me understand guys better than most girls do.


But it wasn’t all good. It was kind of hard when it came to dating, and my girlfriends. My brothers had petty much threatened every guy in the school about what would happen to them if they hurt me in any way. And I don’t think that ever once from the time I started high school that one of my brothers didn’t hit on or try to hook up with one of my girlfriends; sometimes they’d even fight over them. Like I said, not always fun.


I loved all of my brothers. They were all completely different from each other. Alexander was the loudest and honest to a fault. Jeff was the most involved. Always in everyone elses business, he always knew everything. Cj was the impulsive one, he never thought twice about doing something . He always said that life was too short to over think things. If he wanted to do something he did it, without thinking about the concequences. Dustin. The ladies man. Never with the same girl for long. The high schools star quarter back, the most popular of my brothers. Then there was Ronnie. The sweet yet out going brother. He was pretty much just a giant teddy bear. And Erik the quietest and smartest of all of us. I don’t think there was anything that Erik wasn’t good at. School came easy to him, he loved music and the theater. But the main thing that set Erik apart from everyone else was his voice. Erik had the most beautiful voice I had ever heard.


They were as different as night and day, as black and white. But they all had one thing in common, Me. My brothers were my world, and I loved them more than anything.


As for my foster parents; I couldn’t have picked better ones if I had been given the chance to choose them myself. Mama was shy and soft spoken. Yet stern and disciplinary when she had to be and with so many boys in the house that was quite often. She was always more of a best friend than a mother, I could tell her anything. And Pa. Never in my life have I met a person as noble and honest as Pa. The most generous person I ever met. He’d give you the shirt off his back if you needed it.


They were my everything. The best family anyone could ask for. If someone had told me then that the time would come when I would never see them again and that I would end up losing them forever, I would have told them that they were crazy and that that was impossible but I would have been wrong. I didn’t know it then but my life was about to come crashing down around me and I was about to lose everything that was important to me.