"Mark! There’s a street party on for our suburb. It’s sort of like a carnival. Come with us, your cousins are going to be there." Called mum from the living room. I was laying on my bed, my window and my door wide open to let any sort of wind come through. Phoenix sure is hot. I was exhausted from our big move from Manhattan to Phoenix. We travelled for 11 hours yesterday, stopping for the night at a motel. Today, we started our trip at five am and arrived at Phoenix at 1:26 pm. My mum, my dad, my little brother Jack and I had to leave because of my parents’ conference. Unfortunately, there were no plane tickets, as everything was booked for this spring break. My parents just couldn’t leave us because everyone we knew went overseas or away for the holidays.
My dad’s a neuron surgeon and my mum’s a cardiologist. They both want Jack and I to become renowned surgeons. So right now, I’m attending. Harvard medical school. On weekends and during holidays, I travel to Manhattan from LA to visit my family.
"Mark!" called my mother again.
"Coming." I said.
Right now, I was shirtless. I couldn’t stand the way my shirt was soaking wet with sweat. So I got my suitcase and lifted it on to my now ruffled bed. I unzipped the suitcase and retrieved a grey t-shirt. I put it on me and closed the suitcase. I strolled through the hall way and walked down stairs and into the living room, where I saw my mum and Jack. They were standing and waiting for me.
"Shall we go then?" asked my mum.
We walked through the door and outside there were stalls, face painters and everything. There were people everywhere bustling here and about and the sun was shining beautifully on us. We made our way to a nearby shop that was selling candy.
"Okay, you guys have money?" asked mum. Fred and I both nodded.
"Since it’s spring break, you guys can purchase anything you want. Anything useful, that is," explained mum. "Okay, off you go then."
Jack broke into a run and ran to the book store. My mother had made her way to the flower shop. I glanced around at different shops but none of them seemed appealing. As I was glancing around, I saw a glimpse of a shop selling Harry Potter products. Intrigued, I made my way to the shop, carefully avoiding, people as I pass.
I reached the shop and looked at a fake wand. As I was going for it a voice behind me spoke.
"Those wands are made of plastic and they’re not worth it. Better getting a branch of a real tree than buying that."
I stopped and turned around to see a girl smiling at me. She’s probably my age, with wavy dirty blonde hair. She was wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans. She looked at me then pointed at something behind me. I turned at looked to where she was pointing at. It was a small glass ball that was the siz e of a tennis ball. It had gold patterns on it.
"That’s a remembral. Made of fake glass and will break if you squeeze with your hands." She stated casually.
"So isn’t anything good around here?" I asked, interested in what this girl has to say.
"As much as I love Harry Potter, these stuff are cheap." I said quietly so the shop owner wouldn’t hear.
"Right. I’m Mark, Mark Dukeaberg."I said, holding my hand.
"Leah Maraine." She shook my hand tightly, just a real handshake should be. Holding her hand made me feel a little tingle inside me.
She laughed, as though reading my thoughts.
"Walk with me, I’ll show you around," she smiled.
We walked past the Harry Potter shop and ahead.
YOU ARE READING
The Black Moon
Werewolf'One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between 2 wolves. One is Evil. It is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority...
