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The Revel

I never had a mother for as long as i can remember. I have always asked my father why I don't see my mother. He would always say i cant find her. I never believed him.
     Days after my 17th birthday, i found a box in my basement. I had no idea what it was going to have inside. My father saw i hade the old withering box in my hands. He raised his voice as he tried to reach for the box.
      "Where did you find that?" I yanked it away as fast as i could. I screamed,
      "You lied to me about mom. I cant believe i called you dad my whole life when all you did was lie to me, i need to know what is in the box. It will help me remember what it is like when mom was alive. Your not taking this from me."
       He lowers his head in shame. As he begins to explain why he did what he did.
       "It was to save you from everything your about to know, what that means is. Your mother was no normal person." As he said quietly patting the bed he was sitting on. As i sat down i felt how i should have when i was born, loved and not lied too. As he explained that my mother died 7 hours after i was born. He also told me that my mother had many skills that others don't have that are not in the blood line of my family. He told me in the most scared voice, that I'm a witch. I have no idea what to do with this information that he has giving me. My hands are cold and heavy. My breathing was off. The withering box was heavier then i then it once was.
      "If you open the box you will gain everything your mother put away from you for later." He said with tears in his eyes. I did think he was just making up a story from me to just go along with as i once did when i was younger.
      "Why not, what's the worst that will happen?" I said shrugging my shoulders then forcing the old dusty lock open. It opened with ease, as my father said. As i slowly open the top i see nothing. Im thinking he lied, this is the worst lie you could ever told someone.
      As i was about to throw the box down on the ground. The box slammed down to the ground. I see blue smoke like coming out of the box. I feel it taking me up in the air only a few inches. I can feel the smoke taking over my body. Nothing was moving but me. My father had the look of fear on his face saying nothing. I don't know how i could see that out of the corner of my eye. The box closed i fell to the ground, my father rushing to help me up. He asked me as i stood up on my outnumbered two feet.
      "How do you feel?" I scramble to find words. I hold up my had to see if i could move the bed room door. It slammed shut. I cant handle the power of what my mother has just giving me. I just understood my mother was always with me. I brake out in tears. My father says.
      "Stop crying its not good for you. I know your going throw something big right now, so im calling you in from school for a few days. I think it might help. Also you are not aloud to use your magic anywhere but here. This isn't like Harry's potter. There's no school for this." He explained with a hug. He also didn't not take the box.
      Later that night when my father was asleep, i again opened the box that i placed on my dresser. When I opened it again, i did see that there was a book as big as the world dictionary. "Spelling for the wicked" it said in font so strange I couldn't read it in one glance. I opened the book, just to see what it was like inside. The size of the book, it was the same with the font, it was so small you pretty much needed a magnifying glass to see. As i look closer at the book pages the font gets closer in near seconds. Along with pictures. As on tv shows with spell book with witches. It bargain to look like those books. The book was almost impossible to cary. I put the book back in the box. After closeting the box i went to my bed then went to sleep.