Magic Can Destroy

Part 1

MY NAME IS Vivian Aberdeen Lunar.
Just two days ago my mother found herself in love with another man. My hatred for him could spill over this whole city, literally. And rot it from it's ancient roots. The reason why is, he's the reason my stepfather; Brayden Cole got put in a jail cell in the Attica Correctional Facility in New York.
Well, that man I hate so much is Adamaris Ryder. He's standing right infront of me, right now, with my Jansport backpack in one hand and in the other my car keys, staring at me like I'm about to dash off any second now. Yeah, like he even cares about school. He's probably just going to use my mom and then leave her hanging. He doesn't seem right to me.
But still, I have to keep my mom happy while she still can be.
And I always have to be the "good" kid.
I try to, at least.
Kaitlyn, my younger sister is always understanding what types of struggles I go through, many times we fight, we stay away, we say sorry, we get back to normal. That's always our cycle of, well, fighting in general.
One lesson I've learned is that not everyone is nice all the time, they also have a dark side that only opens a gap wide enough to let the wrong people in when they least expect it. So? That's why I have trust issues.
Why can't I just trust this evil man brooding in front of me?
I don't know why exactly.
He's always been "mysterious" and "evil" from the night I first saw him drunkenly turn the door knob to my house. Like his very dark essence is being left on my doorknob. Of my house.
And please don't say, "It's because you're not even giving him a chance!" Well, my friend you have not experienced what I've experienced. I started to tie these stupid shoes. Ugh... why does my life always have to end up like crap?
Let's get this all over with. Am I right, ladies? Or men? Or what or whoever you are?
Adamaris is still waiting for me to be done tying my shoelaces. Don't even think about making fun of me of what shoes I'm wearing. I'm warning you. There just run- down plain black converse. And please don't make fun of my shoe size either. If you promise you won't tell anyone. Promise?
Fine, okay I'll tell you. It's size 8. I'll cover my ears so you can cackle and snicker all you want. This is the last time you're going to laugh at me.