Secretive Wizardry

"Am I the only one that notices the bright red pixie flinging pieces of cinnamon rolls?" Face twisted in disgust, my eyes were glued to the small figure in the corner of the cafeteria. My group stared at me in confusion, Melissa following my finger towards the dark corner of the large room.

"Clara, I swear that you're going crazy," She looked amused as her gaze shifted back to me. I opened my mouth to protest before giving in and continuing to place the sad, wilted pieces of salad lettuce into my mouth. I had been seeing things like that more than usual lately, not to mention over my life. But, it didn't happen that often until now.

"Seriously though, I don't see anything," Tommy piped up, giving me a confused look, "So what're you trying to point out? Because all I see is Andy McGrandy over there shoveling cinnamon rolls into his mouth." He chuckled lightly at his own comment, only to be punched in the arm by Melissa.

"How are you guys still together? I'm genuinely curious." I shook my head as they both looked at me, Melissa with a spaghetti noodle halfway into her mouth, and Tommy with her fist in his hand trying to block her punch.

So let me explain my current situation, excluding the cafeteria incident. My name is Clara Umbre and I'm about to have my 18th birthday. It's weird, you know. I feel like it was just yesterday I was getting my first barbie on my 5th birthday. I guess time really does fly by when you're having "fun". But one thing about my life made no sense. I have a tendency to notice mythical things or creature, I don't even know, when no one else does. Like in 6th grade, I swore I saw this thing called a Mongrel standing on my teacher's head. Of course, I had gotten detention because, of course, she thought I had insulted her by, in some sort of code, calling her ugly. By the way, a Mongrel is like one of those Box Troll things from that movie, but disgustingly fat and extremely gross.

Once the bell had rung, we filed out of the commons area and through the hallways to 7th period, the last period of the day thank god. Unfortunately, I had to deal with calculus.

Once all that was over we made our way out of the classroom and outside towards the buses. I usually walked with Melissa and Tommy to their bus and then began to walk home myself. I only lived about ten minutes away from school.

As I walked down the street towards my house, the large victorian looking building, I pulled out of my usual trance of deep thought. My eyes glanced over the fence around our front yard as I opened the fence gate. I drug my shoes in the grass a bit to relieve any mud off of my soles. As I stomped lightly on the welcome mat, I opened the door into my home and looked around at the dead silent front room. No one was home?

"I'm home!" I bellowed through the tall house as I kicked my shoes off onto the shoe rack next to the front door. The most popular wallpaper in our house was a floral pattern with a blue background. I hated the grandma feeling to it. It looked like an 80 year old women lived here instead of an 18 year old teenager.

I moved in with my brother a while back, since my parents had both died in a plane crash while they were on their way to Africa. It was tragic but if it hadn't been for him, I'd be on the other side of the country right now. I was greeted by our greyhound, Snuffy, and my brother with his girlfriend following. I could already feel her gaze boring into me as I scratched behind Snuffy's ears. I remember what she had told my brother once, "Why can she live with you and not me?! Are you guys doing that incest stuff or some sh**?!" It sent shivers down my spine.

My brother was attractive, both of us getting that trait from our mom. We both had auburn hair, blue/brown hazel eyes, and almost flawless caramel skin. The only difference between us being, I had freckles along my cheeks and nose and he didn't. But he was 6 years older than me and of course, I received the short trait. He towered at 6'2 and I was a mere 5'. It's ridiculous, I swear.