Harmonious

What he is

I woke up on Monday morning, the happenings of yesterday still fresh in my head. I still couldn't believe what happened, honestly, a part of me didn't want to. When I came home last night, I went straight to bed. I didn't bother telling my parents what happened. Just looking at them reminds me that I don't even know them. I've never asked, or even wondered, what their lives must've been as a kid, to me they were just the people who brought me to this world. And the fact that they've been hiding the truth from me all this time is ridiculous. True there were times when things were unexplainable; like when I jumped from the roof when I was 10, trying to play hide-and-seek, and ended up without even a scratch. Or the time I somehow fell from a swing and ended up 15 feet from where I was supposed to land. But it never occurred to me that I could be a witch. What were my parents thinking?! Did they honestly think they could stop me from figuring out long enough until they were gone. Was that what they were talking about the night of the attacks? Magic as a way to defend ourselves? But why would they want to give up something so amazing, I can move things with my mind! Sure it was dangerous, and risky, but it's awesome!

Then, another thought creeped up. What if I dreamed all of this up, and it's still Sunday, and none of those things happened?

I sat up on my bed and looked around my room. There was a glass of water near my bedside table. Well, only one way to figure out.

I closed my eyes and concentrated hard on the water in the glass, and a force passing through my entire body and willing the water up.

I opened my eyes, nothing was happening.

I tried again, and the glass shook a little.

Feeling more determined, I concentrated on the water as hard as I could.

CRASH!!!

I opened my eyes and the glass was shattered on the floor, and the water was spilled.

I stared at the scene with my mouth opened wide, shocked and amazed at the same time.

I did that! I made that glass shatter! It wasn't a dream! I can really do magic!

But the fact that it didn't do what I wanted it to proves that I need training. I'm going to tell Mrs. Ravenstein that I will join her clan, it's the only way to know what I'm really capable of. But I should tell my parents, shouldn't I? They will try to stop me, but they can't if I don't tell them about the whole joining the clad thing. I should just tell them that I got very angry, and one thing led to another, and I discovered it on my own. Yeah, that should work, I hope. Anyways, I still need to know why they kept this from me, and the only way to do that is to confront them.

I've made up my mind, I'm gonna go to them right now.

Just then, I heard my mother call to me.

"Harmony, are you alright, I heard a glass break." She was coming up the stairs.

I jumped out of bed to clear out the glass, but it was too late, she came in.

She looked around and spotted the broken glass and spilled water on the floor.

"Oh Harm, did you cut anything?" She said, looking at me with worry and trying to make me lift up my feet.

"No, I just woke up to the glass shattering, must've knocked it over in my sleep," I sputtered out as I tried not to look guilty.

She frowned. "Well, ok then, you head on to the bathroom and get ready for school, I clear up the glass. And be careful, don't cut yourself."

She turned to go back downstairs.