finding wanda: a tale of discovery and trust

'Caught In a cycle'

"Please try to pay attention," Mister Smith ordered in his sarcastic tone. "This is already the third time I've caught you daydreaming," he mumbled, clearly frustrated about the fact that I kept zoning out. I nodded at him, unsure if I could though.

History wasn't my favorite subject, to say the least. And now, I couldn't help but think about last night's event. As the sound of her chuckled laughter and the sight of her emerald eyes kept replaying in my head, It was nearly impossible to focus on anything else. I still couldn't believe It was her, but how? As many people know, the avengers would get a private second building. 'A second compound' as they said in the news. No one would get to know where due privacy matters, but I did see wanda. I saw her. Could this mean?...

I heard a voice again. "Damn it yn, I'm not asking again," Mister Smith said. I sighed, attempting to focus on the book in front of me.

As I couldn't get myself to write anything down, the sound of the bell finally gave me a moment of relaxation.

As I slowly made my way home, my mind drifted towards Wanda again,  but as soon as I walked through the door, my dad's voice boomed out, "you're late."

I muttered an apology, still trying to process what had happened. "What's your excuse this time?," He mumbled as he zipped up his jacket, preparing to leave for his friends.

I asked wearily, "again?," Even tho my dad could be a 'jerk', I still needed him. Today wasn't the easiest. He cut me off with a dismissive shrug and slammed the door behind him. This was why I didn't care about being at home. Other than my brother, no one seemed to care about me, unless I failed in school.

I rolled my eyes and let myself fall back on the couch.

Lucas's carefree attitude got on my nerves when he munched on his toast and said that life was fun. "I'm just being honest,” he muttered with a mouthful. The sound of his chewing made me wanting to disappear.
But I knew it was pointless to argue with him. He was just a stupid teenage boy, who cared about online games, neglecting personal hygiene and being with his friends. like our dad. 'At least he cares about me' I thought to myself before I rolled my eyes again.

I went upstairs and let myself fall onto my bed. While resting my cheek on the pillow and closing my eyes, I felt how the soft mattress was as it helped me calm down.
Suddenly the image of the witch popped into my mind again but, I shrugged it off. It was useless anyway.

The following days repeated themselves. I felt trapped in a never-ending cycle, with nothing new or exciting happening. To make matters worse, my annoying brother was always there, never failing to add to my frustration.

The only new thing was Wanda's memory. It kept replaying in my mind. It refused to go away, like everything else in my life.

As I woke up the next day, I couldn't take it anymore. I had enough of it. "Okay that's it,”
I muttered to myself, while I sat up. Deciding to go to the 'forbidden area', I knew I shouldn't go there. Wanda wouldn't be happy at all but no matter what she'd say or maybe even do, it was worth it.

Not being able to let go of the memory, I decided to take the risk. My life was boring anyway