The Runaway Magicians

Chapter 1

"Did you pack all of your belongings?" Eleanor asked her 17-year old daughter who was sitting on a bed, reading from a book called The Hunger Games.

There was no reply.

I absolutely hate it when she ignores me, Eleanor thought. And she's furious at me for leaving her at my  best friend's place.

She sighed and put one hand on her hip with a laundry basket in the other. "Sapphire, I'm talking to you," Eleanor glared at her daughter. "And put that dumb book down."

Sapphire slammed her book down on the rich purple covers. She stood up and stared daggers at her with her green eyes.

"Yeah, I did," she replied, irritatedly.

Eleanor tried to ignore her attitude.

"Are you sure?" She questioned. "Once we get there, you're not going back. So don't forget anything."

Sapphire rolled her eyes and threw her hands in the air. "I don't even want to go to Aunt Delia's! There's nothing for me to do there! I'm going to be stuck in a stupid farm in the stupid countryside surrounded by stupid people!"

Eleanor just looked at her with a calm expression. "Ranting about it won't make me change my mind. And especially since I'm still mad about you dying your hair magenta earlier today without my permission." She exited the room and into the hallway with Sapphire following her around like a dog.

"But you know I can't survive there for the whole summer!" her daughter exclaimed as Eleanor fixed a crooked frame on the wall.

They entered Eleanor and her husband, Matthew's, room.

"Please don't make me go! I beg you!" Sapphire pleaded with hope in her voice while Eleanor searched her bookshelf. That's it, Eleanor thought. She's being a pain in my ass right now.

"Goddamnit, Sapphire. You are going and that is final, do you understand? It's for your own good. You have to... have to catch up with Aunt Delia," Eleanor responded, sounding annoyed. She pulled out a small leather covered book and placed it on top of the laundry pile in her basket.

"But Mom," she complained but then she looked at her dad who was sitting in the recliner. He was watching T.V. "Dad, tell this woman to make me stay here at home."

"Sorry, honey, but what your mom said is final." Matthew shifted into a comfortable position in the recliner, with his eyes still focused on the television screen.

"Argh!"

Sapphire stomped away from the room and entered hers. She slammed the door loudly.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. We are leaving in about three minutes."

There was a loud groan.