Enchanted Experiments

Chapter 5 - Rei

I pulled out my Physics notebook and listened to the teacher. He was an old man and I neither liked him or disliked him. My only opinion regarding him was that I took his Physics class. I was already tired after today, that whole thing in the cafeteria was not my shining moment. Especially in the bathroom, but right now I was in school and I needed to focus on that. I forced my mind to pay attention while taking notes, it was my last class of the day. He started talking about his life so I let my mind wander off a bit, thinking about my schedule for today.

Today, I had to study for my English Literature test for at least two hours. I’m pretty fifty-fifty about subjects. I like reading and analyzing the text, but the facts in math and science are reassuring. Math can be calming when I understand how to solve the problems, like a puzzle and yet reading a book is one of my favorite things to do to pass the time. If I had to choose, it would be English.

He actually started talking about Physics ten minutes later, finally. I paid attention to the keypoints as I furiously scribbled down notes. My notes weren’t always the neatest when the teacher was talking but during the weekends I would rewrite them. My handwriting is neater and it can make me remember the content better. Looking around the room, I realized that most of this class was filled with seniors. I was the only sophomore here, I probably stood out. In terms of academics, I couldn’t care less if I stood out. My heart urged me to stand out, I was born to stand out when it came to terms in my intelligence. This growing urge to be smarter, trust me, I know it’s selfish but I don’t care.

Adults are constantly fussing over me, saying how smart I am, and then getting worried when I don’t have time to talk with them. My schedule was busy and small talk was boring. My dad is proud of me, that I’m sure of, he always has this smile when talking about me. Saying how motivated and determined I am for school. “She’s going to great places.” I hear that one a lot. There was also, “She’s going to make such a smart wife.”. That one made me want to punch someone. I’m going to make a smart lawyer, not a wife for your son.

I paid attention, today was mostly different vocabulary words, which are really easy to study for. Tomorrow we were going to go more in depth though. My backpack was filled with different notebooks, pencils, highlighters, textbooks, pens, binders, folders, and sticky notes filling up every page. My dad constantly told me I should empty it out at least a bit, but I needed all of these supplies. I grunted as my shoulders went down with the weight of my backpack. I walked home after school, very easily could’ve taken the bus but it’s more relaxing this way. The bus is way too loud if I want to read my notes for a book. Today, I was going to review my English notes. Unit 2: Poetry I, there were all kinds of poems we had to read and analyze. I pulled out the handouts of the poems, which I have annotated and overanalyzed to their fullest. We had to review the metamorphosis, word choice, and the meaning of the poem of course.

I hung my head low, reading them over and over again. I didn’t have to look up to notice my surroundings, I had grown accustomed to the walk from school to home. The poems were nice as I read them, and I wrote in the margins of the poems again. I was not done however, there was still more I had to unpack when I got home.  My dad was cooking chicken when I got home, and it smelled of comfort. I smiled at him, my dad might have been one of the only people I didn’t have a problem with.

“How was school, what did you learn?”, he asked, waving his hand at me. I put my backpack down, a huge relief on me and my back. It went down with a big thud and I said, “I have a test tomorrow and in Physics I learned more words.”.

He laughed, “Didn’t know it was possible you could learn even more words.” I smiled, it was a bit surprising I had to admit too. I thought I knew almost everything was to know about every single word in the Webster dictionary. That’s what high school can do, though., it can still surprise you. Surprised like getting into a fight with Adisyn Mayonnaise?, the little voice taunted me. I quickly shoved it away with anger, and I walked into the dining room to go to my room. There was no need for the house to be big, because it was only my dad and me. My room was in the far end of a hallway though, so it was a bit quieter then most of the rooms in the house. My dad said it because I had school so it was going to help me focus. It does help me but I could focus in almost every single environment.

My room had a bathroom right across from it, which was very convenient. My wall rooms were painted white, I didn’t have time to choose the color so it stayed white. I grew to like white because it goes with every single color. My walls were filled with awards, certificates, honors, and ribbons. My motivation, almost. If I had to get my head thinking straight, I looked up at my wall. I would read every single award until I was motivated enough. I thought it was a pretty good system, also the satisfying urge of getting a good grade was pretty good motivation too. My bed was in the corner of my room, and the blankets are on the floor right now. I do it so I can resist the temptation to lay down in my bed. I can’t sleep in a bed without blankets so it works well too. My desk is where I spend most of my time if I’m in my room.

My desk was white, it had different drawers and compartments for all my stationary.  A place for pems, a place for highlighters, a place for pencils, a place for sticky notes, a place for erasers, and a place for staples. Everything that needed a place, had a place where it stayed. I took out all my notes from Unit 2 and laid them on my desk. It was pretty easy to find, everything was color-coded when it came to subjects. English is yellow, Math is red, Science is green, and World History is blue. I had to take Spanish and for a time that was pink. I turned on my lamp, and put on my headphones to listen to instrumentals. Instead of calming instrumentals, I prefer to pick more fast-paced urgent instrumentals. It helped me focus more, and then I started to study.

When I study, it’s like I’m a different person in a different world. I can only focus on the subject and nothing else in the room holds any value to me when I study. The door is shut, with a sign outside. (My dad made a sign that said “Studying” with a cartoon of someone angry on it, I use the sign mostly to make him laugh). For the next hour, English Literature was the only thing on my mind. Sometime during the hour, my dad opened the door and placed chicken next to me. I didn’t even realize when he did, but as soon as I got out of my zen I ate the chicken. It was a bit cold now but I didn’t mind.

The window next to my bed flew open. By a colorful gust of wind, and there were sparkles surrounding it. I stood up, scared. “What is happening?”,  I thought to myself. I backed away from the window and yelled “Dad, come in here please!”my voice was pleading with him. I stared at the window, there were these small flies? I’m not sure if there were flies, they looked like magical flies. My dad came into my room as soon as I called, he rushed over to her running. “What’s going on?”, he asked urgently. He quickly looked over the room, I think he was trying to find some pervert in here or something.

My throat closed up, forgetting how to talk, struggling to find words, I pointed in the direction of my window. The window was still acting crazy with a powerful mist over it. My dad looked over there and his eyes darted between me and the window. Looking at me like I was crazy, does he not see that very obvious mist and the window acting crazy?

“Rei. What’s going on, I don’t see anything?”, he said very slowly like I was some sort of idiot.

He cautiously walked over next to the window, “Was there someone over here?” he asked me, looking over at me.

I shook my head. As soon as he went over to the window, the mist grabbed him. His eyes widened again, he saw it. The window acting up and those magical flies. He entered it, going forward. Suddenly, the window closed and everything went away as if it had never happened before. I wouldn’t have believed it had happened if it wasn’t for the letter that was on the window ledge now. My dad stared between me and the letter.  There was a white envelope with a blue waxed seal with some sort of symbol. It was addressed to Rei Viola Merina.