The Love Spell

💖 PROLOGUE💖

I experienced my first love rejection when I was five. I was in love with this cute boy with curly hair and smiled like that of a rainbow. His name was Isaac Shawn. He swept away my heart the day he volunteered to be my drawing partner and I fell in love in an instant.

Being a five year old girl, I was aware of the cooties rumor and the fact that boys were supposed to be gross, but I believed otherwise because I couldn't get rid of the butterflies illegally partying in the pit of my stomach for many days. I decided to tell Isaac how I felt about him.

It was during lunch time I got the chance to express my feeling to him. I confidently marched to where he usually had lunch with his group of friends holding a package of chocolate cookies to gift my beloved. I wasn't even shy or hesitant about it, beside I was thinking Isaac was going to love me back. Because why not?

Once there, I smiled and handed him the package of cookie. He took it, his cute chubby face creased a little with confusion but then he smiled his rainbow-like smile and thanked me anyway. I sat on the seat opposite to his and watched him open the delicacy and began munching on it. My heart beat with anticipation.

As he took the next bite, I proceeded to confess my undying love for him and how I wanted him to be my partner in all class activities, during P.E and hold my hands everyday in school. When I finished, I stared at him with a wide grin and goo-goo eyes waiting for a positive response.

The expression on his face wasn't what I expected, it was heart wrecking and made my grin falter. He looked at me like I was the nightmare he had at night and spat out the chocolate cookie he was eating. It projected right on my face.

Just like that, he stood up and ran away leaving me with a face decorated with disgusting chewed cookie chunks and his friends whom laughed and mocked me shouting,

"Skylar has a crush on Isaac!!!"

It was the most embarrassing moment of my childhood.

That day, I went home with my heart broken and a sad face. I told my mom what happened. She comforted me with a large bowl of ice cream and said I was too young to fall in love.

My second rejection happened when I was in sixth grade. I was in love for the second time with a boy next to my seat in class that always doodled in his notebook during class. I fell in love with him the moment we clashed into each other one bright sunny morning.

I was innocently walking to class carrying a pile of A4 plainsheets in my hands for my creative art project, my mind was drifted elsewhere and I didn't notice someone was coming my way until I bumped into him.

It was like in the movie, everything went into slow-motion. The pile of papers in my hands went flying in the sky and scattered like a confetti, I on the other hand went backward and was about to fall flat on my butts, my eyes caught a pretty boy with wide eyes and mouth. He caught my hand with superheroic reflexes and brought me back to my feet just before I landed. The flying papers in the sky added effect to the scene and I could have sworn I heard a romantic song played in the background. Or maybe it was just in my head.

When his ocean eyes met mind, rays of electricity flew through my nerves and straight to my heart. And I was wiped.

In summary, before the end of the week I couldn't get rid of the feeling in my heart until I had no choice but to tell him how I felt. He flat out rejected me.

And Again. I went home with a broken heart and sad face and told my mom everything. She comforted me with a large bucket of popcorn and we binge watched my all-time best movie. Before two weeks I was over him.

The third rejection happened not long after at the end of my sixth grade. It wasn't exactly me that got rejected, it was my mother.

We lived like any normal, happy and content family. Then out of blue, my dad packed his belongings and left us after telling my mom he couldn't pretend to love her anymore, all this time he was leaving with her because of me and he was fed up, he wanted to break out of the cage he was locked in his marriage with my mother and lived a free life.