The cool autumn wind scattered multi-colored splashes of leaves about, as I walk down the hill. My family is quite wild to say the least but we live on an isolated farm who wouldn't lose their minds. My red curls bounce as I approach our farmhouse the ruckus inside filling the outside air with noise. Always so loud but one gets used to it. I sigh softly and open the door, my dog runs over excitedly as if been gone for years. "Hey girly how's my sweet baby?" I say stooping to her level. Bella's tail wags excitedly as I do. "Atthena," my mother calls from the kitchen and I stand heading her way. "Yes Ma'am?" I ask as I enter, the smell of food invading my nostrils as I do. She turns and smiles at me that look mothers give when they've got something planned for you. My mother is an attractive woman, a mere thirty six years old, she had me young at eighteen. Her hair consists of long thick strands of dirty blonde that's a wave-like style, she's short but can easily kick ass. Her blue eyes could cut through glass and she's a tan compared to my pale and freckled complexion. "You remember me telling you that when I was young I went to a special school?" She says her thick southern accent familiar. I nod listening as she continues," Well I thought maybe you should be enrolled you would do great there." I look at her incredulously and say," That school is in another country Mama , how would we afford that?" She smirks and says," Money is my worry darlin' just wanted your opinion." "Didn't you say only few could get in there how would I qualify?" I ask still a bit confused. "If I call and say that you my daughter they'll let you on in," she says. I nod and say, "Well it would be nice to get out for a while.." "Fine then it's settled!" She exclaimed excitedly. She picks up her phone and dails a number I don't recognize, "Hello" a thick burly Russian accent pours through the phone clearly male. "Hello is this Dimitri Ivanov," my mothers sweet southern voice returns. "Yes and who's this," the man asks suspicion laced his voice. "Yes this is Jessica Blackwood former alumni at the Romanov university, I was wanting to enroll my daughter into the school."My mother says. "What covenant dorm would she apply to?" The man asks as if that's a normal school enrollment question raising some concerns for me. "Well I was in the Krov Ved'ma hall" she says the words in a thick accent than I've ever heard.