I have always considered my life normal. I have a mom, a dad, friends, pets, education, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy, I just don’t think that I have fulfilled all that is available in this world. I live in a world where magic is an everyday tool. Where many different people, whether you are human, or a different monster species, you are treated as an equal. Everyone is welcomed. However, some have magic and choose to misuse it. In that sense, we still have to be aware of the people around us.
I turn to my best friend and brother, Arthur. He has silvery hair with lilac tips. Dad says that his hair has magical properties, which is why it constantly has purple tips. Art sits on the couch reading a book about the royal families. We had just come home from school.
“Hey Art, I wanna learn how to use magic. In this world of magic, I should at least know how to use magic, right?”
“You could if you want to, but if you’re going, I’m going. Just let mom and dad know” He cautioned.
“Got it.” I continue pondering about my life and future.
Art suddenly stands up, “Oh shoot! I forgot to stop by the grocery store for dinner ingredients.”
“I’ll go with you,” I reassured.
Art got his wallet and we left to go to the grocery store. Somehow I had a strange feeling, it was as if someone was watching me. We enter the grocery store. Art scurries to aisle 14, where they keep the pasta. Both Art and mom are amazing at cooking. That must have been due to all the time Art would spend in the kitchen watching mom cook when we were young.
Art finished up and paid for the food and then we headed home.
From the corner of my eye, I spot a figure the bushes, due to the setting sun, I can’t make out what or who it is. It ducks down into the greenery.
“ What was that?” I whispered.
“Is something wrong, Ayla?”
I stare at the bush, resisting the temptation to go check what’s over there.
“...um, did you see that?” I pointed at the bush, “...there was someone over there, I think they were watching us.”
“...um, no but if you’re worried, we can go take a look, it’s getting dark though, we should get home quickly.” Art stepped in the bushes direction.
“...no, you’re right, it’s getting late, let’s get going.” I look away from the bush and begin walking in the direction of our house.
We enter our house, only to be greeted with a huge hug from my eccentric mother. Mom has always been a bit much, I don’t mind it but other kids usually tease Art and I about it. Mom has bright, rosy hair and always wears bright colors. She is an optimist and extrovert who can sometimes be a little too nosy. However, she is a truly kind person, she wants nothing but to live life to the fullest and make others happy.
“Hey, kiddos! How’d your Lil’ trip to the store go?” She hands me a box.
“What’s this?” I gushed.
“Well, I know much you like my special hair ties. So, I got you a few for you.”
“Cool, thanks, mom!” I hug her.
“Sorry I never let you use any of mine, I’m just a little possessive of my stuff…” She muttered.
“Don’t worry, it’s fine” I shrugged. I ran to the bathroom to put my hair tie box down. I grabbed one light blue hair tie and tied my hair up.
“Hey!” Art called out, “Dinner’s ready.”
“Okay!” I dashed to the kitchen and sat down at the dining table. We ate and then hung out for a bit, then went to bed.
I still think back to that strange figure in the bushes. Why did I feel so uncomfortable back then?