I was seven years old when I first got called a Witch.


People had always wondered about me. My parents didn't talk about my adoption, so neither did I. I knew about it, but I didn't think anything of it. I didn't really understand the meaning of the word. I had a family, why should I care if they weren't the first people to hold me when I was born? They loved me, they cared for me, that's all that mattered.
I had mum. She was blonde and plump, she had rosy cheeks and her hair was always near and tidy. She wore casual jeans and casual tops, and would pick me up from school in her citroen, just...