Before I was born, my parents were famous magicians called, "The Wondrous Duo".
But after they had me, they were called, "The Tremendous Trio" (Sure it was a cheesy name, but I liked it.) For my seventh birthday, they hosted a magic show.
Everything was going well until the last trick, The Disappearing act. You see, my mom and dad were supposed to go behind a curtain and "disappear", but it went wrong.
After they disappeared they didn't come back, for like an hour. I searched for them for hours but I never found them. My Grandparents heard about this so, I stayed with them for a long time.
Skip ahead 10 years ahead, (On the day of my graduation), I was heading home with my certificate in my hand, to thank my grandparents for everything they have done for me.
But when I came back they were being put in an ambulance. When I asked what was going on they said while I was gone they had a heart attack, and went into cardiac arrest.
I was so sad that day, and since I had nowhere to stay, I bought the house that my parents disappeared in, and started moving in. (My grandparents house was to small for me.)
When I was in the attic unpacking, I found my dad's magician hat that he used to where as a kid. I wiped the dust off of it then, two bunny ears came out of it.