Chapter 2

Chapter 2

At the sound of my mom's voice, I quickly upped the pace, racing to the bottom of the stairs. Stepping into the kitchen, my mom, dressed in a pink apron with tied up hair, greeted me with a cheery smile.

"Good morning mom!"

I replied to her earlier calling of my name.

"It's about time you got up, your going to be late to school and miss out on your first classes, and I will not be having a repeat of last year," she finished the sentence with a mischievous smirk, making me cast my mind back to the 'First Day Incident' as we have taken to calling it.

It was the first day of my new school (the third one by now), and my mom had already left to go to an award ceremony for winning another competition. The day started out normal, until the bus came along. It was raining and cold, and I had woken up late. The bus had been storming down the road, having no intentions of stopping. The heavy rainfall had quickly formed a puddle. A puddle that just so happened to be in the busses path.

Walking into the school, already 1 hour late from missing the storming bus, I was drenched in the puddle from earlier and it was half way through the first period. I had made it to my classroom and that was when the second incident happened. John. Someone from my old school who had a tendency for violence. He immediately recognised me and shoved me into my classroom, me becoming the sole focus of so many glares.

And that was 'the first day' incident, and I swore to never let anything like that happen again.

Broken from my musings, I grabbed my small, black bag, putting my ready made lunch into it, before waving to my mom and heading out the door.

"I'll see you when I get home!" I shouted, hoping that she would hear me.

I stepped outside, shutting the door and letting the gentle breeze caress my hair, as my legs carried me to my destination. Hoping that the walk wasn't going to be that bad (and silently, thanking God that I didn't need to take a bus), I continued walking until I hit a crossroad. A girl my age approached me, her eyes filled with curiosity as she studied my uniform. Before she could open her mouth, I knew exactly what she was going to say.

Her voice trailed in the wind, before it finally found my ears,

"Are you from Tejinashi High, by any chance?"

I knew it.

Her voice came back quickly, the contents of her next sentence digging into me like a knife.

"That must mean you have really strong magic."

That cruel reminder pierced my ears, further cementing how useless I am.

I gathered my composure and replied with what I always do,

"I wouldn't really say I'm strong. In fact, if I'm honest, I don't really have that much magic at all."

What she said next was something I could've never prepared for.