| | | | | “Father! Please!” I begged my dad during dinner at the kitchen table. “If I get a new laptop, then I can do my homework so much easier! My other one is so darn old!”
“Sabina, no! We are done with this conversation! You should appreciate-”
“What I already have, I know, I know, I’ve heard it before dad, I’m not stupid!” I said, playing around with the sliced potatoes on my plate.
“Coyle, this is what happens when she almost becomes a teenager. Don’t worry. This is probably not even close to what we are going to experience when she actually does turn 13!” my mother said, picking up her water and drinking the last sip.
“What! There’s more?! Mali-“
My mother pinched my father, stopping him from saying something.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing, and stop playing with your potatoes! Think about all the hungry people in the Spi-“
My mother pinched my father again, even harder this time. I could never seem to go through a whole conversation with my dad without hearing him say something extremely weird.
Meanwhile, my sister, Madeline, just quietly ate her food. At least, she was the biological kid in the family. I was the foster child. Or in other words, I was the outsider. My sister and I were very close, in age and in relationship. Our birthdays were only about two days apart. Plus, our birthdays were coming up soon. Mine was tomorrow.
I gave an angry sigh and finally started to eat my food again.
“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Sabina…” My family sang, bringing out the birthday cake. I couldn’t believe it. I was actually turning 13! Finally!
“Happy birthday to you!” I closed my eyes and made a wish that I would have a great new additional year to my life. And for just that one single moment… everything was perfect. Then, Madeline gasped, starring at my hair. My parents widened their eyes in surprise as well.
“What?” I asked, my heart skipping a heartbeat.
I screamed. “Is there a spider on my hair? No, a tarantula! One of those poisonous ones? Or maybe my hair strands become all lose and I’ve become bald! What is it?!” I begged them, standing up from my chair.
Madeline was the first to speak. “Your hair… It’s… It’s… Well, these blue strands just, appeared! Out of… nowhere!”
I looked at my mother, father, and then my sister. There was an eerie silence. Then, I started laughing. I laughed so hard I almost fell to the floor, tears spilling out of my eyes. “This, this is some kind of a joke, right? I mean, c’mon! That could never happen!”
When I saw everyone was still looking at my hair, I ran as fast as I could to the restroom. I looked at the mirror and almost fainted. My hair was actually changing colors! In fact, my hair was starting to turn all blue!
What was happening to me?
I sprinted back to the kitchen and almost yelled, “What is happening? Please tell me this is some sort of a prank you guys are pulling off for my birthday!”
My parents both gave each other warnings looks, as if they knew something, something I wasn’t supposed to know. My mother looked at me and said, “Well, yes, it is a prank. We didn’t think it would turn your hair all blue! We are really sorry, sweetheart. Will you forgive us?” The way my mother said it wasn’t reassuring. Not at all. It was as if she were trying to cover something up.
I gave my mother a cold, hard stare, and suddenly, the air conditioner in the living room sprouted to life and went completely chaotic. It started puffing out an extremely large amount of air into the room. Then it started snowing as well! It felt like an incredibly strong blizzard. I fell to the floor, wide-eyed. All I did was stare angrily at my mother! What was happening?
Tears running down my cheeks, I ran up to my bedroom and locked the door, frantic. My heart was skipping beats. What on earth had just happened?
The next day was a blur. Everything in the kitchen and dining room was covered in snow. My parents didn’t look as shocked as I thought they would be. I mean, an extreme blizzard in the middle of summer, in our house, with my hair turning naturally blue? I would have thought there would have been more of a reaction.
My sister was examining my hair as my parents shoveled out all the snow. “That is awesome! I mean, that is really cool! It actually kind of matches your personality,” my sister said.
I looked at her and said, “Thanks. That reassures me SO much. School is going to start soon! What is everybody else going to say? Maybe I should just dye my hair the color it used to be.”
“Personally, I kind of like it this way. It gives you a unique look!” My sister said.
“You really think so?” I asked.
She shrugged. “That’s just what I think. Don’t worry about it. Let’s just enjoy the summer while it lasts, shall we?” my sister asked.
I met eye contact with the floor. Nobody understood.
Now, it was Madeline’s birthday. And here’s the funny thing. The same exact thing happened again, only with her hair. Her hair is completely black. I mean, it was so black that even in the sun it wouldn’t appear blue. She got light brown streaks of hair, and eventually, as suspected, her hair turned all brown. My parents started pulling off the same excuse, and then this time, the new air conditioners bought earlier that day practically turned into dust right before us, and the house quickly started to rise in temperature, as if we were in the middle of the desert. I mean, very, very high in temperature. I had been expecting something crazy to happen anyhow. I mean, it couldn’t just have been me!
We had to buy new conditioners in the house to cool it down, again. My sister and I slept in the same room that night, both feeling utterly horrible. We both were astonished. Yes, it was a pretty awesome experience to find the house burning up and cooling down in three days, but it was still kind of alarming.
“What are we going to do?” Madeline asked me.
I sighed. “I don’t know. I mean, I’ve felt different from this family for my whole entire life, and, I guess it’s not just me.”
“You know, I’ve kind of felt different too,” Madeline said.
“What? You? But you’re the biological one in the family!” I exclaimed, shocked.
“It’s just so hard to explain. Don’t you sometimes feel like our parents are hiding something from us? Like, a big secret the rest of the world knows except us?” my sister asked, rolling over to face me.
I was shocked. “Wait, you have been able to feel that too? Wow, maybe we do have things in common…”
“Ooooooh! Boy, do you have!” We both suddenly heard.
“Sabina, please tell me that was you,” Madeline whispered to me, shaking.
I tried adjusting my eyes to the dark. I could barely see a thing. We had no light inside the bedroom, not even a nightlight or an electronic light. It was completely pitch black.
“Do not worry, my dear friends. You are safe!” The voice echoed again.
I jumped out of bed and charged for the door, but ended up hitting my forehead on the wall. I fell backwards and groaned. “Um, ow!” I said, touching my forehead.
Suddenly, there was a bright light in the middle of the room. I turned around and saw something completely beyond what was beyond weird. A snowy white owl with big, black round eyes was creating a light right in front of it. Suddenly, the light flew right to my forehead. The pain was gone.
“Sabina? Are you there? Is everything ok?” My sister asked.
“Let me think for a moment. Um, NO!!!” I stammered and then screamed at the top of my lungs. What was going on?
Suddenly, the door of my bedroom blasted open, hitting the back of my head. I fell flat on my face. “Um, help?” I asked sarcastically. The light of my bedroom turned on.
“What’s going on? Sabina! What are you doing on the ground like that!” my mother said, rushing to my side, ready to pat her hand right on my head.
“Don’t DARE try to touch her again!” another voice suddenly exclaimed.
My mother still had her hand in mid-air. I slowly looked up, scarred. I felt my jaw drop open.
In front of me, an old man in a purple robe and snowy white beard that almost touched the ground was pointing his finger right at my mother. “My-my goodness! What on earth is this man doing in here?” my mother asked my father, who was standing up right next to the light switch.
“Cut with the acting, Caroline. I have found you. I am bringing those two back home where they have belonged for 13 long and miserable years!” the old man said while Madeline came and stood next to me.
“Why, Headmaster Ambrose, you think you can take down the both of us? You obviously have to know that we are highly trained minions of Malistaire?” my mother proclaimed, threatening the man, standing up slowly with a snicker on her face.
All of a sudden, a circle was formed in the middle of my bedroom. Eight circles, divided in what looked like groups of four, had been transformed. Madeline and I both screamed at the same time. My mother and father had suddenly turned into what looked like dragons with fancy looking clothes on. They had red maroon eyes and sharp claws.
“Hmph! Minions!” the owl said. I hadn’t noticed that it had been sitting down on the windowsill of my bedroom the whole time.
Headmaster Ambrose suddenly took out what looked like a long stick or pole of some sort and waved it in the air. The house suddenly started to tremble. Out of the ground came what looked like a large myth fairy with black hair and brown robes. Madeline and I screamed even louder. The creature murmured something under its breath and a large burst of light exploded from its hands, blinding the room.
Then, everything went black.
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