Chapter I
Aaron~
When I'm angry, things burn. In my hand was a little piece of paper with a spell idea I had had during class. Swirling fire rose from my palm and devoured the thin sheet and looping looping spell-script. It was no different than what I did to my relationship with Chris--one moment I was holding it and the next flames licked it away.
The orange light lit the gazebo I took refuge in. I knew Chris would never look for me there--and I couldn't decide if I really cared.
I heard shuffling in the darkness. I whipped out my wand. A war was on...I couldn't be too careful. "Hello!" my voice trembled to the darkness.
"Jesus!" I heard a female voice say, "Put your wand down! I'm not even a witch!"
Seeing as we were on the Island that was the last magical refuge, there was only one person who would make that dubious claim. "Rachel!" I said.
"I thought I might find you here," she said. Like a witch, replete with precognition.
"I could have hexed you!"
"You would have been a bastard," She said. "What's up?"
I took a steadying breath of air, ready to cry again.
"I saw something burning; you're not well."
"Chris and I broke up."
Rachel allowed the silence to embrace the proclamation for a moment. Then she flung herself around me. "I'm so sorry."
We stayed like that for awhile.
Anthony~
The phone rang. I quickly analyzed the possible callers. I eliminated my parents--downstairs--my therapist--he only put in effort during working hours, and even then--and that left me with friends. Rachel maybe, not Chris and Anthony as they had decided to spend the evening together.
Aaron~
When I'm angry, things burn. In my hand was a little piece of paper with a spell idea I had had during class. Swirling fire rose from my palm and devoured the thin sheet and looping looping spell-script. It was no different than what I did to my relationship with Chris--one moment I was holding it and the next flames licked it away.
The orange light lit the gazebo I took refuge in. I knew Chris would never look for me there--and I couldn't decide if I really cared.
I heard shuffling in the darkness. I whipped out my wand. A war was on...I couldn't be too careful. "Hello!" my voice trembled to the darkness.
"Jesus!" I heard a female voice say, "Put your wand down! I'm not even a witch!"
Seeing as we were on the Island that was the last magical refuge, there was only one person who would make that dubious claim. "Rachel!" I said.
"I thought I might find you here," she said. Like a witch, replete with precognition.
"I could have hexed you!"
"You would have been a bastard," She said. "What's up?"
I took a steadying breath of air, ready to cry again.
"I saw something burning; you're not well."
"Chris and I broke up."
Rachel allowed the silence to embrace the proclamation for a moment. Then she flung herself around me. "I'm so sorry."
We stayed like that for awhile.
Anthony~
The phone rang. I quickly analyzed the possible callers. I eliminated my parents--downstairs--my therapist--he only put in effort during working hours, and even then--and that left me with friends. Rachel maybe, not Chris and Anthony as they had decided to spend the evening together.
