Capital ME

Chapter 1

Everybody tells me how great of a magical he was. Mum used to tell me stories about him. How he was raised by non magicals and still had the most powerful magic. My dad was so strong that some thought that he was dealing with the forbidden magic. I was told many incredible stories about him. But the stories stopped after a while. When people started to realise that I'd never be like him. Usually your magic will become stronger at the age of 9 - 10 and for some even earlier. But my magic never developed.

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The sunlight leaks thru my curtains and dazzles me for a moment. I close my eyes ready to sleep five more minutes before my alarm will go on. But in this house I never get those precious minutes. "WAKE UP ARSEHOLE!" Mattew screams. I cover my ears with the pillow. THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP! Nooo! Not this again! With his long legs it only takes four giant steps for him to reach to my bedroom. The door blasts open and he jumps on top of me and pretends to wrestle me down. "Bugger off, just let me sleep already" I say in my morning voice. He's three years older than me but still acts like the little brother. He rushes down again and screams "WAKE UP ARSEHOLE! WAKE UP COLLIN!" Surprisingly the neighbours never complain. I guess mum has put some sound-deadening magic on our house. I throw my clothes on before I rush down for breakfast.

I sit down as mum hands me a cup of juice and a sandwich. "So are you boys ready for school start?" Mum asks carefully. She knows I'm a bit sensitive about it. I keep quite while Mattew screams a YES. Mattew seems to notice me not answering and says, "You don't have to be ashamed about that your magic isn't strong enough to go to Calaveras. Which for the fact makes you the only Miller who isn't going to Calaveras." It seemed like he tried to comfort me, but it only made me feel worse. I hear mum tell Mattew to belt up which he responds to by faking a sad face.

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Even tho I'm not popular among magicals I'm quite popular among normal people. I get a lot of compliments about my look. Especially my green emerald eyes, which a lot of girls seem to like (lucky me). To be honest emerald is to exaggerate. But it is close to the colour. I hear the school bus come closer as I wait in front of my house. I look up when i hear my best friend Kai scream his lungs out. "HEY WANKER READY FOR SCHOOL!" No I am not ready for school. I want to go to Calaveras and be a top student like every other Miller. Sure, I get all A's here at Lake but Lake is just a normal school for normal people. In fact when my aunt asked about when I was applying to Calaveras and I told her that I wasn't, she looked like she had seen death itself with her bare eyes. And it's actually not so weird that she was so surprised because I was breaking a tradition. Since the Millers helped a lot with grounding Calaveras in the 1890's it has been a tradition for every Miller to apply to Calaveras.