Charvi walked home from another day at Aurar high school. Tired and annoyed she walked alone. All alone. As she walked she thought about Ordinaire, what it could be, better yet where she could be. She saw a can on the cracked curb and started to kick it as she walked along the long and broken pathway back to her home. Charvi's house is big and when I mean big, I mean massive. Not in the sense that she's rich, because that's far from it. It's old and has a look that screams "haunted!" The only thing that looks alive is the plants that had been watered regularly by the constant rain of the cursed skies. The doorway has a small area to sit with the wooden stairway to the right leading to Charvi's bedroom that would make you feel so comfortable if you saw it. As you walk through you can see a massive, high ceilinged living room with windows along the left wall. On the right side there is a white couch with a table and a large fireplace accompanying it. Not to mention that the fireplace was the only light in the whole house. It was very beautiful indeed. Charvi continued to kick the can but is then stopped when a burst of blue light stretched to the can. She stared in wonder but quickly realised that the can will soon be gone as it levitated from the ground, covered with the blinding blue light. Charvi kept her eyes locked on the can as it stopped rising, almost level with her small height. The can suddenly expanded and exploded with a dust-filled bang. Charvi instantly turned her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut. The tight bang of the can was quick but didn't phase anyone else but her. As the dust formed a perfect circle around her, it fell slowly and soon was washed away by the violent wind flowing through the lonely streets. She opened her eyes to meet an old man. As soon as he saw Charvi's eyes reach his, he slowly backed away back into his house.
"Freak!" his voice echoed through the wooden house, the same house as everyone else's. Everyone. Charvi hated that word with what seemed to be a passion. And with all that, she continued home except this time, a tear rest on her cheek. She didn't bother to wipe it, she just left it. The cold feeling of the tear against the wind as she tried her absolute hardest to stop herself from more escaping her now glossy green eyes. She just took a long, muffled breath and continued.
"Hope Charvi, hope." She croaked out as she opened the massive house. Charvi opens the door and drops her bag by it. She walks casually into the extremely high ceilinged room and with the swipe of her hand and a click of her fingers, a gush of wind forcefully pushed the door shut with a thud. Charvi took a seat on the small couch in front of the fire that obviously wasn't cleaned up after being used the night before. The room was too dark to see so she got off the couch, quickly lit the fire and returned back. She ignored the world around her and just sat with her eyes closed in silence. Silence. Charvi loved that. She sighed with her eyes still closed and slowly raised her right arm. She flicked her wrist and jerked it back to the position it was, releasing a thick layer of black magic from her fingertips. As she moved her wrist around in a circle, the magic spread throughout the room, creating a beautiful pattern in the space around her, just with a single movement. Charvi opened her eyes and smiled at the beautiful sight of her creation. She continued to make shapes and pictures by moving her finger like a paint brush, softly and swiftly being in her own place, her own world where her worries and fears were demolished. Of course the moment didn't last too long when she hears a sudden crash and feels an interruption in the floor. Charvi opened her eyes and tilted her head to face the door with her hand still raised, leaving the magic to slowly turn to dust and disappear with the sound of a long breath. Looking out the door, Charvi quickly realised that it was just the spirits that dance along the streets in the night.
"Mm, they must have come out early tonight. Thats not right." Charvi exclaimed with concern and a hint of worry. "Something's going on." She looks curiously through the small, web-filled window. "Something big."
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The Stairs
Teen FictionIn the normal town of Ordinaire, the people are all the same. Not by what they look like of course but their decisions, actions and even their opinions are the same. They also all have the same very strict rules about a little thing called magic. Bu...
