So here I am sitting in front of my laptop in a chat-room with Zoe Johnson (my superstitious beyond reason ‘friend’). Seriously she needs to get a life. She’s the most superstitious person I’ve ever met in my life, and if you make up anything that’s vaguely to do with spells and magic, she’ll believe it. In fact, her entire room is decorated with witches’ brooms, spells, glasses, mirrors it’s bizarre how I even become friends with her.
On the other hand, this is me. A sceptical non believer that doesn’t give a damn about the supernatural world.
And here we are sitting there typing away on the billionth argument to prove those stuff doesn’t exist (in her case, exist) before a new message popped up in the corner.
Coz I sooooo believe u. C u @ ur house in 10 mins. Then she logged off.
Great! Now she’s inviting herself into my house. Again.
Ten minutes later, she showed up at my door ringing the bell muttering to herself. She dragged me into my room, took out some candles, arranged them in weird circles and put glasses of water around my room (I’m so glad I have a fire extinguisher in my wardrobe. Don’t ask judge me).
She then placed water in a bronze bowl in the middle of the room before lighting up all the candles one by one and switched the light off. We’re now sitting crosses legged in the middle of the room looking like idiots with our eyes closed (well hers anyway) chanting gibberish to the walls.
Three minutes had passed… nothing happened.
Ten minutes passed… nothing happened.
Fifteen minutes passed… still nothing happened.
I yawned and rolled my eyes; like this is ever going to happen.
To make thing faster (and to entertain myself) I made sure that she wasn’t watching and dipped my fingers into the bowl. I flicked them at the flames nearby to extinguish them then sat back down in boredom.
I glanced at her again; assuming that she’s fully into her zone, I tip-toed to my bedroom window and opened it, letting in the summer breeze, whilst also extinguishing all the flames in the room.
She opened her eyes, alert, with her eyes darting around the room trying to find my face.
“What was that for? I was so close!”
So close to nothing right!
“Oh, I’m so sorry about that! I only thought to open the window because the air got stuffy inside so I needed to let in some fresh air.” I lied
“Well then, thanks for nothing. You’re such a good friend.”
That was the last thing she said to me before she packed away and left. I suppose I was being mean to her since she really meant that for me, but this really isn’t my thing. I do feel guilty about it but I’m just tired of it, tired of her weird voo-dooness.
Plus, knowing her, she’ll feel better tomorrow.
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My Friend From the Other Side
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