Life was great after Mia and I were together. Because of that fight, our relationship grew bigger and stronger. After school we would do our homework and go on adventures. I would go to the town park and pretend that we are birds we fly on the magical sky. I don't care if we looked dumb, I was just happy to be having fun. Mia made me believe in having fun. She also made me blife in magic.
" Magic is great. It looks like glitter and can be found anywhere. In fact i can see magic right now. There's magic between you and me, Magic in the sky. In the tree and deep down , in that old lady over there." - Mia was pointing at a old lady would shoo the birds that were looking for the little crumbs of bread on her lap. The old lady was waving her walking stick and screaming. Mia and I burst out laughing when we saw the spit that came out of her mouth as she used all her might to shoo the birds away.
Mia and I would be gone for hours. We began to do everything together. It was Magical. I taught Mia all of my favorite songs and we would sign together on the wooden bench that led a great, beautiful view of the lake.
Someday I will be living in a big old city, And all your ever gonna be is mean. Someday I will be big enough so you cant hit me, And all you are ever gonna be is Mean, why you gotta be so mean?
We would have so much fun and not even hear mom coming and calling us that it was time to eat. The good thing is that the Park was only a few houses down from were we lived so we could come basically whenever we wanted. We also played Cops and robbers, it wasn't the ordinary game. It was a new version that Mia and I had created, we would chase each other and run around the lake until we were so dizzy that we would lay on the ground, look at the sky and try to tell what the clouds look like.
The next day we came back and we fond two boys in our spot. The boys looked to be a year or so older than us. They had beautiful black hair and dark green eyes. But Mia was mad. She said that the boys would be taking away all of the Magic from our spot.
" Maybe we can talk to them,"- I gave her the idea.
"Maybe"; She said approaching the boys.
Mia and I came close to them. When they heard us, they turned, facing Mia and I.
That was the day that we meet Colin and Oliver.
Colin and Oliver were the best and sweetest boys we had ever met. They were really nice, they were brothers and they loved to sing. Colin played the guitar and sang. Oliver played the keyboard and sang with his brother. They had been in many competitions and won many trophies. The Mole family was a very happy family. they all supported one another and it sounded as they loved each other to the moon and back. Mr. Molo, their dad was appertaly their biggest fan, never missing one game. Until recently, a horrible tragedy happened in their family, Their mom and sister passed away in a car crash, leaving Oliver and Colin with their father, who became so sad that he began to drink and quickly realized that when he drank he didn't feel the pain of the loss.. The boys stopped singing and haven't played their instruments ever since. We found that out on the first time we meet. Here is the thing about the Molo boys, they are open to you about anything, They will tell you everything and if they don't that is because they ran out of time. Just like the day we meet. They were telling us about their live when their dad showed up all mad and grumpy, He was ordering the boys to come home.
Mia and I were really scared of Mr. Molo. He had a scary beard and a ugly unibrow that was thick and big. He also walked bumpy and mad. He was holding a glass bottle filled with a transparent substance wich Mia and I both knew it wasn't water.
Mr.Molo drinking problem had become so serious that they even had to move from a nice neighborhood to a small trailer in the bad side of the neighborhood, only because Mr.Molo quit his job and began to drink 2 bottles of whiskey each and every day. His addiction was so bad that the boy had to get rid of mostly everything they owned, only living them with a few pairs of clothes, their phone and their beloved instruments.
