Silver Drop: The Chronicle of cursed magic

The dining room

I took the rest of my stuff and ran downstairs. The sweet aroma of fried rice and chicken was all over the house. A separate bowl with rice with a perfect fried egg rested on the table for me. Little pieces of vegetables surrounded the small mountain of rice like a distinct island. The texture was in vivid color. The chicken and its crispiness on the skin were filled with spices. Rice for breakfast was a perk of being in a half-Asian household.

The dining room was the frame for our family dinners and the chaos it became with our rush hour. Dad sat on his usual chair, reading through a magazine about how to paint a wooden cabinet while eating a scrambled egg. Mom was as preparing lunch for herself. And Fiona was still scrolling her phone but her food had already been eaten- which gave her enough time to go back to her phone. Well, my old phone exactly to say. But there was still attachment left and I couldn't bear to see her over-using it.

"Hey! Can't you put down the phone for a minute?"

"I'm not the one with an unfinished breakfast.", she answered. Her mouth curved a half-smile. She lifted her eyes at me for a second and went back to scroll. My stomach was growling with hunger. So, I instead put my focus on swallowing the breakfast, keeping my eyes fixed on her relaxed attitude.

After I was done, I fetched my purple raincoat that hanged on the wall next to the shoe case. I watched the shoe case keeling on the ground with the overgrowing burden of shoes, while putting on the coat.

"Wait! Your watch," mom stood behind me, holding my watch.

"Oh. Thanks. "

I couldn't leave without it. Not because It was useful but because it was special. My grandfather had left it for me before passed away. It had memories but lacked elegance or any kind of style. It was old and shabby. The leather was starting to slip one thread by one and it existed for a long time. But It showed time like any other watch.

"May!" I looked back, " Don't skip your music class today. It's been a week."

"Mom!"

"Look, you just have to continue it for few more months"

"But-"

"No buts. We've talked about this."

I took a break for a week. But I wanted more. Truth was, I just didn't want to continue. I don't want to learn music. I wanted to shout it. But it was pointless. Because it looked good on the college application. I wanted to focus on art-  which I loved. If only there was a way to make my parents understand. Every time the argument was worse as if I were a pre-determined loser.

"Okay."

I put a weight on my stomach saying that and went out.