Mr. Linden's Library

Chapter 3

Alexandra-Mae’s Point of View

He had just looked up and then left the library, almost immediately.  He had looked mad and worried; worried about me!   I was confused; there were so many questions to be asked with answers that I needed.  Who am I?  Mr. Linden had said I was “the one”?  They had both stared at me like I was an alien of some sort...I did not understand what was going on! 

Even though Mr. Linden had warned me against the book I had still took it out.  I walked the long agonizing walk home tired and perplexed.  The sun had set and the beautiful scene had mesmerized me, draining any worry and negative emotions out of me in that diamond moment.  I stood in the mddle of the chareed sidewalk and stared up at the now dark sky.  I looked back infront of me and all enthralment vanished.  I ambled back to my diminutive and cozy house dead silence surrounding me.  The silence was peaceful, i enjoyed this.  The loudness from noise made my head whirl and there were too many emotions for one person to handle. I entered the gate to my front walk and opened the door quietly.  My mother sat at our kitchen table, bent over scattred papers, her glasses perched atop her heart shaped head.   She looked exhausted, all energy worn out of her.  My heart told me to go and cofort her, but my mind told me otherwise and i climbed the stairs to my room.  I emptied my bag on my oak desk and  sat at the window.  Maybe if I had a friend I could tell them, but there was always the chance they would leav me too.  I never wanted that to happen again, ever!  Tears formed in my eyes, knowing i was on the verge of tears I wiped my eyes furiously and scolded myself for crying over him. I got up from my settlement, and walked downstairs to the kitchen.  My eyes landed on the soup cooking on the stove and then to my mother who had fallen asleep at the table.  My instincts led me to my first decision, and I leapt into motion.   I grabbed the overcooked pot of soup from the stovetop and immediately turned the dial off. I breathed a sigh of relief when everything turned well in the end.  I looked to my mother again, and realized letters addressed to me were opened and sitting in front of her.  My curiosity got the best of me and I grabbed the letters and pulled them infron of my face.  It read:

Dear Alexandra– Mae,

My name is Genevieve Thompson and I am your grandmother.  I know you have never met nor spoke to me before, but under crucial circumstances I must.  If you haven’t already guessed I am your father’s mother, therefore in the magic industry.

My hands froze and my eyes dared me to read more.  I couldn’t read something about my father, never; it would bring back to many memories and horrible and happy times in the past.  I looked to my mother, who thankfully was still sleeping and then back to the letter in my frozen hands.  I took a deep breath and kept on reading. 

I needed to let you know some essential life threatening information, before your peers and family brainwash you into thinking otherwise.  First off, your father’s real name is Alexander Anderson.  When you were born you were named after him and took your mother’s maiden name.  Your father was a very nice man, back in the days.  He was friendly and extremely charismatic to everyone.  His father and I loved him dearly and always praised him on his accomplishments.  But, he woke up one day and was different, not different in perhaps just in a grumpy mood, but your father was a different person in general. 

All of a sudden the page was ripped out of my shaking hands and I was facing a furious looking mother.  I stood stock still, frozen in the moment.  I looked into her eyes, and flinched.  Her eyes were blazing with fury.  I jumped backwards and ran up the stairs.  I tripped on the last step, banging my knee and crying out in pain.  I burst into horrendous sobs and ran hastily to my room.  I fell onto my bed, the old springs digging into my side.  Frustrated I screamed throwing myself into a different position.  I cried and cried, for hours and hours waiting for my mother to come up the stairs and hug me and comfort me.  But it never happened; I fell asleep still in my clothes from that day just waiting for my mother.