Wizard mark

Chapter 1: Being followed, the mark

I walk fast down the sidewalk. I hear the crunching of leaves, the footsteps behind me, and the small sound of keys clinging together. If i wasn't walking in the dark I wouldn't be so worried, but I think someone is following me.

Why did I stay over at Jessica's too late? I should have left before 8 so I wouldn't have to walk in the dark. The Summer's time schedule is weird. It starts to get dark around 9, but I guess that could have gave me more time to walk home. But you know me, ole Brooke who likes to wait the last minute before I have to be home.

I hear another crunching of leaves. Yep, I should have left her house earlier, then I could at least see if anyone is out there. The street lights do let me see the pavement in front of me, but nothing else... besides the exception of some houses with their front lights on.

I walk faster. Just the thought of someone following me gives me the creeps. Lately I have been experiencing some weird things. You might be asking, "What could be weirder then your wild brown hair?", well a couple things. Ever since my 15th birthday, a couple weeks ago, I see random strangers look at me oddly. Not everyone does it, just a couple people. Well, yeah, a lot of people already look at me weird but certain people just give me confused looks like they don't see me as a human being... like some kind of animal. I thought it was nothing to worry about, but then something even weirder happened.

I was at the grocery store one day with my mom, just casual walking around when an older man stopped in front of me. He stared at me for a good 30sec when he asked "What are you?" Like what kind of question is that? Well, I am a person, a girl, an artist, ect. I just felt really awkward and I walked away. Good thing mom was almost done getting groceries because I didn't want to be near that old man not even in the same store as him. The other weird thing is is that when I asked my mom why she thought that guy was staring at me, she exclaimed that she didn't know who I was talking about. Ever since then I have had this strange feeling that someone is watching me.

I turn the corner, walk up my driveway and quickly get inside the house.

I haven't told anyone about it because it's probably nothing. I don't want my parents worrying.

I walk down the hall past the stairs and the living room and walk into he kitchen.

"Oh good. " My mom says looking up from the oven. "You are right on time. I just got the casserole out of the oven."

"What kind of casserole tonight?" I ask

My parents think that if something can be made into a casserole it makes the food just even better. That's pretty much all my family eats. Chicken casserole, broccoli casserole, chicken broccoli casserole, even Pizza casserole.... the list goes on.

"We are having my famous corn casserole." My mom says with a huge smile on her face.

"Woohoo! Casserole time!!" My dad says practically jumping into his chair at the dinning room table. My parents get pretty excited when it's time to eat because it's like my dad said: "Casserole time!". wow, just wow.

"Charlie! It's dinner time!"

"Alright!" he yells back and then we hear him thundering down the stairs.

"Easy on the stairs. One day you are going to fall right through the stairs because you are so rough on them." My mom says. My brother is a bigger guy. He isn't big fat, but big buff I guess you could say. Even though he's two years younger, Charlie has grown way taller. I am pretty small for my age, but puberty did help him out a bit.

We all eat our dinner. My parents talk to each other for a while. When I'm done with my food I bring it to the sink. I'm about to turn out of the kitchen when my dad calls out to me.

"Honey, can we talk with you for a minute?" He asks

My brother makes his way upstairs again and walk back to the table where my parents still sit.

"Yes?" I ask nervously. My parents like to talk. Whenever they want to have a talk with me it last a while. I'm glad that thy want to talk because I know most parents don't want to have conversations with their kids, but their talks usually include the sex talk, that I'm in trouble, or it's just them having a casual talk with me. I was hoping for the last one.

"Sit down please." my mom says gesturing to the chair I was sitting in for dinner.

Oh no, this is not going to be a "casual talk" if they want me to seat down. This is going to be something bigger.

My parents loom at each other nervously before looking back at me.

"Brooke, when did you get that little mark on your collar bone?" my mom asks. I look down at my collarbone and see the mark. It's in some kind of star shape.

"I remember waking up the mourning of my birthday and seeing it." I say "It's kinda like the ones you guys have."

They give each other another nervous look.

"Well, what is it?" I say being inpatient. I just want them to spit out what they have to say and stop giving each other those looks.

"Have you heard of...Wizards?" My dad asks

I give him a confusing look "You mean the creatures in fairy tales that have big hats and long beards that cast mystical spells on things?" I ask

"Um, sort of. They aren't really like that though." my mom says

"WE aren't really like that." my dad corrects

"What?" I ask confused "What do you mean?"

"We mean that the mark on your collarbone could mean you are a Wizard."

And at that moment I thought my parents had went totally crazy.