I opened my front door and saw my mum sat on the sofa watching a DVD. She smiled as I sat down next to her.

"Mum what's the real reason we moved here? It wasn't just because of your job was it?" I asked her and she sighed.

"Alright I think you have a right to know the truth, you're old enough now. We moved here because as you already know this is where you were born and there are many things you don't know about this world, but I think it's time you know," she began.

"The world is filled with supernatural creatures like Vampires, Werewolves and Witches" she added.

What was she going on about? Vampires and witches didn't exist. Or maybe they did, that would explain how I made the bus move and all the other strange happenings, but I knew that they didn't exist.

"Vampires, Witches and Werewolves aren't real," I said.

"I know it's hard to believe but they do and you're a witch yourself. As am I," she told me.

"I took you away from here until you were old enough to be able to learn and control your powers because you are a destined one. There are four of them in total and they must keep order to the world by protecting non-supernaturals. Some people don't want to keep the order though and want to kill the destined ones. I had to keep you safe from them."

No, I don't believe it. But what reason did she have to lie? Could this be real or am I dreaming? That ghost women had said something about destined ones so it must be true. Also, I was a witch; that couldn't be right, but I guess that it explained how I made the bus move.

"What, how come I wasn't told this?" I asked, shocked because how could she lie to me for all these years making me think I was strange or crazy?

"You was in danger and still are but now you are old enough to learn how to control your magic. I did it to protect you so I couldn't tell you the truth. It had to keep it from you as long as possible. I wanted to tell you but I couldn't."

Yep, I am definitely dreaming. I am going to walk up any minute. I didn't wake up though.

I couldn't believe it, I had been lied to and got this huge secret kept me for sixteen years. I felt so angry and betrayed. "Is that all you kept from me or did you lie about my dad died too?"

"Of course not. He did die, he died of cancer," she said with sadness and I instantly felt bad. "I know you must hate me but I did it to keep you safe because I love you. I care about you," she said and started crying.

"I don't hate you. I'm just mad that you lied to me like that," I shouted and then stormed off upstairs to my room.

I slammed the door shut and walked over to my bedside table where a framed picture of mum and I was. With the anger and hurt built up inside me, I picked it up and threw it against the wall. I heard the glass smash. I shouldn't have smashed it but she made me mad.

Then I laid down on my bed. I loved her. They say that your mothers are your best friends but it was true we were friends so I felt bad for shouting at her and storming off, but she had hurt me. You couldn't keep a secret as big as that from someone without making them upset.

I didn't even know if everything I knew the about world was true anymore. Maybe, I couldn't trust anyone not even Emilee. Every person I have ever met could have the potential of being supernatural. Just the thought that my teachers could be a vampire, werewolf, shapeshifter even a fairy made me question everything.

Did it even matter that mum took me away to keep me safe because wasn't I always in danger anyway?

How could I ever look at the world the same again, because every time that I meet another person I would always be wondering whether or not they were human?

Is everything I knew about the world and about myself a lie? I didn't even know.

"Why did I have to ask? Me and my stupid curiosity," I said aloud.

What's that saying? Oh, yeah curiosity killed the cat. If that was true what was the point of the last sixteen years if I could have been killed by something I only knew existed five minutes ago? All these thoughts that circled my head were rounded off with one question, why didn't she tell me any of this before we moved here?

Later that night I heard my bedroom door open, slowly but I didn't get up. "Are you still awake, honey?" I heard my mum ask.

"Yeah," I said quietly

"I really am sorry, Vicky but I can understand if you never want to speak to me again."

"You did it to protect me and I'm sorry that I stormed off but I just got mad," I said sitting up and she sat down on my bed.

"You have every right to be mad at me. I wish I told you and I know it won't solve the fact that I didn't tell you the truth sooner, but I will start to teach you everything tomorrow."

"Okay, that sounds good, mum."

"I best be letting you get to sleep, goodnight." She stood up getting ready to leave my room.

"Goodnight."

"I love you," she said as she opened the door to leave.

 "I love you too," I called and then laid back down.