Not What It Seems

Part 2!

When everything was settled in around halfway through the summer, Mom and I looked at boarding schools. We had been looking for a few weeks before Mom came across Penbrook Preparatory School. It sounded and looked prestigious (merely from glimpsing  at the school’s website), but Mom and Dad believed that both my brother and I could get into this school with our grades.

            The applications were sent, and my family and I spent a good portion of the rest of the summer looking around our new environment, with a patisserie around the corner and Buckingham Palace within a bus ride and a short walk away.

            I got up that Friday morning with a start, ready to explore London some more; I dressed in my favorite pair of skinny jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, detangling my thick hair and putting it up in a side ponytail. Grabbing my favorite pair of black Converse, I came downstairs to the smell of tea and donuts. I grabbed an apple fritter and sat down to listen to my mom and brother having a conversation about the realistic qualities of  Wizards of Waverly Place in comparison to Harry Potter. David shares the interest of mythology with my parents; I find all of the mythology jargon boring and unrealistic, but my brother eats it up like a Whopper at Burger King. He believes that there is a sense of truth to the mystical art of sorcery. Anyway, I was hoping to do some sightseeing today, and get some shopping in, so I didn’t stick out like a sore thumb at school on Monday.

“Mom, can I go sightseeing today?” I asked casually.

“Yes, you may; but only if you take David with you,” she responds.

“I want to look at Baker Street and downtown London; I have heard stories that those are key locations for mystical happenings,” he added.

            Why would you want to look for stuff like that?! It’s nothing but fantasy! I thought to myself, but I knew that convincing David of this was a lost cause. The boy was hopelessly obsessed with “mystical happenings”. Plus, this was my only way out of the house.

“Fine; let’s go, bud.” I said, pocketing my cell phone and grabbing my coat and purse. I knew that Mom would be heading out to start writing her lesson plans at the school as well, so I wasn’t risking leaving without my house key.

“Call me if you are going to be home any later than six. Dad and I should be home around then. Love you!” Mom called.

But David and I were already out the door, hopping down the steps of the brownstone, him chattering away about the history of magical sightings in downtown London. We caught a double-decker bus down to Baker Street; as we traveled down the 20 blocks to baker, David and I got a chance to look at the scenery. People were bustling around, either getting their morning cup of coffee and paper, or rushing to their jobs. David and I didn’t start school until Monday, so I was feeling out of place. But even if we were out of place, nobody made a commotion of it or anything. About 5 blocks from where we were going to hop off, I spotted kids about my age walking by wearing emerald green and grey uniforms; I presumed that they were from the preparatory school that David and I would be attending next week. One guy looked up at the bus as it was stopping at the corner and for some reason I felt a spark of recognition. He had dark black hair, olive-toned complexion and……deep emerald green eyes? Wait..he was the guy from my dream! Unable to look anywhere else, he finally caught me looking at him. He smiled with teeth that could compare to the people on toothpaste commercials, and in his eyes there was a spark of recognition, as if he knew me already. Weird. I turned back quickly, looking at my shoes; but David had already seen me looking, and he had a huge grin on his face, and then I heard,

“Oooh, someone’s got a new obsession.”

“Shut up David, I do not.” I said coldly.

“You do not what?” he responded confusedly. His eyebrows knitted together and I heard Woah, that was weird.