Into the Dark

Chapter Two

Pink isn't just a color, it's an attitude!

-Miley Cyrus

As soon as I grinded the leaf into miniature bits, wind blew all around me, wrapping me up like a snug blanket. It left as soon as it came.

I stood in front of a old, decrepit building. The bricks were worn down and dis-colored...not that I was able to make the best judgement about the color being a Disapparent.

Since there weren't any other buildings in view, I opened the door and walked in. The building wasn't much better inside. The paint was peeling off and I forced myself not to look at the floor, which felt wet and squishy under my shoes. 

"May I help you?" asked a rather rotund woman at the front desk.

"Er...my mother sent me here...because I'm a...well..." I started. She drummed her fingers on the desk impatiently. "Disapparent."

"First and last name?" she asked, turning to her computer.

"Lydia Johnson." She typed it in, her fingers going a mile a minute.

"You will be turning twelve in five days, correct?" she said. I nodded. She handed me a small, pink ticket.

"Go straight down this hall," she said, gesturing toward the hall to her left. "Then go right; then walk right past Room 3A; then a left and another right, then...." She trailed off.

"Goodness me, I don't think you will be able to remember all that! Let me call up one of our student helpers." She picked up a silver cube and pushed a few buttons.

"He should be here any second, why don't you take a seat, dear?" She gestured toward a red chair. I sat down and noticed a small bookshelf just a few feet away. Being obsessed with books, I couldn't help but get up and look for something to read.

"Honey, I wouldn't..."she started. I pulled out a book and all the other ones fell out along with it, burying me in a large pile.

"...do that," she finished. Someone let out a chuckle. In front of me, stood a teenage boy about seventeen years old. He had messy brown hair, and grey eyes not unlike mine.

"Here," he said, holding out his hand. I grabbed it, and he pulled me out of the pile.

"Sorry, about that Ms. Jenkins," he said. Ms. Jenkins sighed and pushed her glasses higher on the bridge of her nose.

"It's fine. Have a good first day," she said, her voice as sweet as honey.

I nodded and turned to follow the boy.

"I'm Wyatt," he said.

"I'm Lydia. Lydia Johnson," I said, quickening my pace to catch up to him.

He froze, and I bumped into him.

"L-Lydia? Like...the Lydia Johnson?" I nodded slowly, not sure what to make of his unusual behavior.

"Oh my gosh Lydia, it's you!" he said, picking me up and spinning me around.

"Um, yeah. I'm Lydia. Could you please put me down?" He ignored me.

"Look how much you've grown!" he said, spinning me faster.

"C-can you put me down? I'm getting dizzy..." This time, he put me down.

"You don't remember me?" he said. I shook my head.

"I'm your brother."