The Magicians
Chapter 1:
I could give you over a hundred reasons why being abnormal was bad. In fact, most of the time I’d be happy to list them. But only three reasons flew around my head. The three reasons were most important to me. They bothered me and tortured me, waiting for me to crack.
The first was because you never could fit in. Everyone hated you after they knew who you were. Who I am. Who I will always be.
The second reason was the hurt. Being abnormal meant being weirdly beautiful. Everyone always took you in at first. The boys asked you to be their loves, the girls wanted you to be their friends, and they all made you smile. You could feel normal. Then, somehow, I am not sure how, but they would find out what you were, and all your friends, and were-going-to-be loves, where out of your grasp.
The third was that, no matter what power, you still ended in a bad position. My whole life had been directed with bad luck. To be ironic, that is one of the powers my sister’s controls. Luck. Of course, when we were young, I guess that didn’t count. You can’t control your element when you are just a child. But you still had them. There was always a chance.
Of course, not everything was bad about having elements you could control. I mean, with freedom comes responsibility. The more responsible you are, they say, the more successful you will be. Maybe that’s true, maybe it isn’t. I wouldn’t know. I haven’t been accepted long enough to get anywhere near success.
Today we must attend the new school we are going too. My sister, as optimistic as she was, was practically bouncing in her seat. For a girl always put through a lot of misery, she was taking it well. I couldn’t have been more repulsed. We had always moved around from school to school. I guess I shouldn’t be shocked the last one didn’t work out. I realize that is how life is, no matter how you look at it.
I stared at my sister. She always said I was more beautiful than her. I never got that. She had blond hair, silky with waves. It had been braided and put up into a bun. She stared at me. Her eyes were beautiful; they were a sharp green that resembled an emerald. I looked into her eyes and saw my own reflection. I have brown hair, thick and long. It has waves. It always reminded me of the ocean. My eyes are blue. My sister tells me she thinks of sapphires whenever she looks into them. I could never see that.
“Well,” She would always say, “Maybe you can’t see the shine you see in mine. You are full of wisdom, like an old rock. It lost it’s shine but it is still beautiful. You still take people’s breath away.” And that was when I would look away.
My sister stared at me back. “What?” She asked. I guessed that she felt self-conscious. “Nothing, Ellie.” I said, deciding it was better not to think about the up-coming year that was ahead of me, bound to have misfortunes.
Ellie stared at me, mystified. But, she soon got over it, because we were now on school grounds. Her eyes widened as she bounced up and down happily. She took in a deep breath and a smile spread on her face. “I already love it here! Can't you just feel the charm?"
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You did a really good job. I like the rock metphor.