Magic

A Different View

~ Chapter 2 ~ A Different View ~

"Hi Blu!"

"Hi,"

"Hiya!"

"Hello Blu,"

"Hi," I say, as I walk through the school hallways.

It's the beginning to be spring, those times when it was finally getting warm after a cold winter, and everyone was saying, "Summer's coming!" but really it was more than three months away.

"Happy birthday!"

I turn around. "Who's bir- oh! I forgot, thanks."

Teresa laughs. "Wow, I know you so well that I remembered my birthday when you didn't!"

Just then, the bell chimes. A rush of people run past us as I catch a glimpse of my enemies, Rachel, Natalie and Sophie, walking to the same class. I'm lucky Teresa's with me, I think miserably.

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"Did you have a good day, birthday girl?" my aunt grins.

I dump my bags on the table and make my way upstairs to my room. "Yeah. Great."

"We're just waiting for Vannessa, Tom and Joe to come back from the party they've been invited to. Then we'll cut the cake I bought - expensive, but your favourite!"

"Cool - thanks," I add, not wanting to seem ungrateful. I force myself to plaster a genuine smile on my face. I'm good at that sort of stuff, and it looks real, too. "That's so nice of you. I'll just be in my room," I say, walking upstairs.

When I reach my bedroom, I swing the door open, lock it shut, and slump on my bed. I think about my day: Maybe not ideal for a birthday. It's strange. I almost want to laugh. Rachel and her gang could be annoying, but the whole thing seems so silly. Like it's a comedy show and my, Teresa, Alice and Black-Diamond's rival group are actresses.

Sighing, I walk to my window and get my favourite things - they always calm me down: a silver rose in it's wildwood plant pot; a cup of shimmery water in a crystal glass; a vial which seemed empty but really holds this gas inside which helps you calm down; and a stone my mother had made, grey, made to be hollow, and contsantly has a fire burning inside of it. It's funny really - I've always kept these objects on my window, leaving them for when I need them. It just helps me feel... great - all those things had once been my parents', passed on to me. I look outside, and see that the moon is red. Strange, she think. And right here and now I feel different. Better. Great. Changed. I don't know why.

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Fridays are always 'good days'. "Last day of the week", "weekend", this, that and other. Though, personally, though I think they're always fun, I find them a bit sad, too, because I know I'll miss school - the chance to be with my friends for several hours. Checking my watch, which says 7:01am, I decide to get a move on to meet my friends at the entrance by 7:30am, like usual.

Following my daily routine, I hurry to the girls toilets to check my hair. It's not as though I want to impress anyone, or anything, I just like looking how I want to look - nice. I am fixing it into a ponytail, hastily, so I didn't end up being there with the other girls, when I notice something about my eyes. They look different - magical, almost - and when I looked closer..... they have a sliver pupil with a golden line around it! Almost like my parents! Oh no, I think. Yeah, I could tell my close friends that they have changed, but that's about it, really, no one else would believe me, they'd think I'm wearing coloured contact lenses, and so would the people going past me. For some reason... I don't want that.

Slowly creaking open the wooden door, I look both ways. No one's there, though it's hard to tell because the route turns a corner a few metres away - someone could be behind it. Hoping no one is, I shove my hands in the pockets of my turquoise blazer and hide behind my hair. I think I've gone unnoticed, until, about ten minutes later, while I'm walking out to the school field, someone shouts my name.

"Blu!" Someone's coming towards me from behind, sprinting, by the sound of their footsteps.

I turn around curiously. It doesn't sound like any of my friends.

"Blu - hi! I forgot, I never got to tell you my name!" It's the boy who'd came with the lady to ask me some questions! "I'm David," he says, breathlessly, as he finally catches up to me. "That was my grandma the other day. I hope she didn't put you under too much pressure."

It runs in the family.

"No, not at all," I hesitate. I've heard of David of course, everyone's heard of David, and I'm sure he hasn't come to just tell me that. "What did you come for?" I ask pointedly.

"Oh yeah, my pain-in-the-neck grandmother asked me to ask you some questions after school for her since she's mostly busy on weekdays." He looked at me straight in the eye.

Remembering my eyes, I hastily hide behind my hair.

But it's too late. "Blu, isn't there something different about your eyes?"

Letting out a long sigh, I give in. He might as well know.

Again, he does that sharp intake of breath, and asks quietly, "Blu, when did you become a faerie?" It was just then that I realise that the pupil and outline of David's eye are exactly like her parents' were.