Sorry for Being an Ordinary Magical Girl

Act 2~ Home is Where the Heart is ~ Part 2

Milky star flakes, I would have surely been mugged by now if I didn't walk with the giant known as Gretchen.

I swear I do not concentrate on the past that much. It doesn't hurt to look back once in a while... Some things I don't wish to forget. Especially when nothing makes sense now.

I sighed, peering past my friend and to the street stretched ahead of us.

Just October and it already starts getting dim at about 5.

Luckily for me, Giant Gretchen would escort me to my destination and I'd be guaranteed no mugs or other horrible events.

Not only was the sky darkening sooner, bringing twinkling Polaris into view--you can feel the chill sinking into any exposed surface of your body and feel the wind sweep the bangs from your forehead. And as night descends, there is nothing but the lonely call of owls and ominous grating of ravens.

It was not long till I was sending off the giant for the rest of her journey ("Bye, Roll! Don't smash your head again!"), I marched up my steps with finality--planting my jangling jingling keys weighed by cute animal plushies into the hole.

Just to be yanked by my key, swinging forward with uneven grip, landing flat onto the floor.

"Oops." That is my mother. She has just opened the door, too deaf to hear my keys ringing out my return home.

"That hurt a lot, Mom...." I complained feebly. She definitely didn't hear me but she could probably deduce that I was in pain and a lack of response was the least this fallen and fatigue person would care about.

I didn't enter my home yet and this was my second impact on the ground.

"I was wondering where you were, Sushila. It was getting late and I thought I'd take a look before deciding to call you. But it seems you came right on time."

"No... Thank you, Mom. You could have looked through the peephole first, right? Or at least the window?"

Naturally, I wouldn't say that. Just saying my first instinct isn't opening the door first. You can't quite argue with Mom though.

So...

I'm in....!!! Operation Stealth complete. Not!

Falling stomach first with a thump on my very hurtful hardwood floor isn't very sneaky.

I gained the ability to let my cumbersome backpack slide loudly onto that same hardwood floor as my toes were caressed by the soft carpeting of my living room.

I let myself relax on my welcoming coffee sofa as my mother did.

"There was a little incident during the soccer game... I kind of had a concussion and that... cost the game."

My mother's sharp ebony eyes met my peculiar dark blue eyes.

So deep a shade... It looked almost black at this point.

My mother and father would call me their "little miracle" or "blue eyed candy monster" as opposed to the blue Cookie Monster.

As a child, I would strike up deals for people's candy and have an enormous supply. I don't do that today anymore but who said I still don't always have candy on hand?

My eyes are no longer as vivid as the ocean or as enlightening as the sky. Time has stripped the hues of light and left it into an odd dull, almost gray color. When I look at my eyes now, I could never imagine them to be such a serene sight. But my mother argues time and time again with photographic evidence that the baby is me.