Imaginary world ( The half world chronicles)

Chapter 4 Still Moira

"The bus is here." Liam interrupted my thoughts. "Why did not we create a car and compete it would be more fun. - He was obviously trying to make my mood better.

"Yep how didn't i think of this earlier" - I wanted to pound my head. -  "Ferrari out of nowhere just in front of  school to be a spectacle for all." - I rolled my eyes - "Why do you not think before you talk, or from all the sex, your blood is somewhere else? - " Oh my i was really in a bitchy mood, wasn't i ! It was good that we could do everything we want through magic, as long as we have enough material around us, but it is not that simple. To create anything, you need to know how it looks and how it works. It was hell of a trouble to learn how a car's engine works and all the other parts were, but eventually after three years of design and engine textbooks, I could easily create any car I want. On the other hand, I can't fix my toaster even to save my life, but what a toaster is if you can make a Ferrari, don't you agree? Our magic is on the principle of alchemy, to create something you must have all the basic materials from which it is made and you can not create a new life without taking the life of the closest one to you. It is equal exchange principal. And yet who are we to decide who deserves to live and who to die. This type of magic is forbidden.

"See what a sweet little child. "- Liam pointed out. I was already sure he wanted to grid on my nerves to no end today, I hated the children. I know that sounds terrible, but believe me is not for the reasons you think. Children have incredible imagination, and quite often they invent a lot of dreadful things like blind women in white robes or clown killers or bad witches who eat human flesh and while their mothers are sitting and explaining to them how these things are not real I stand and watch the outburst of this child imagination right in the eyes, and I wonder at what point the witch will decide that it wants human flesh and I will be the one who has to stop her and break some  bone in the process. Lovely, just lovely.

"What have I done, that you want to tire me with irritation?" - My eyes are throwing daggers at Liam.

Even while I was saying this I felt something stroke my leg. Perfect, some rapist imagination was caressing my feet. I look at Liam and I almost gawk. His eyes had stopped on the creature's arm and burned with unprecedented rage. His gaze was as solid as granite. He did not think to do any foolishness, he knew very well that people did not see everything we see, and that only the strong part of the fictions could cause harm to people. This one here was abominable and repulsive, but he was not strong and could not hurt anyone.

"Liam calm down, nothing is wrong." I smiled. I was accustomed to the weaker illusions, and we would have to get off after a while. The only illusion I really loved was Santa and it was not just because he was always unprepared to see me, we always bantered and and  got more gift that he would leave under the tree. The old man got a heart attack the first time I caught him digging into a gift bag in front of my tree and I started talking to him. Apparently the other children did not see him. The bad thing was that the gifts vanished in seconds.

It was time to get down, we were 200 meters from the oracle apartment building. My mood was not yet flourishing and all roses, but it was much better when we got off the buss and were many yards away from the gruesome illusion. By contrast, Liam was still pissed, and clear flames emerged in his eyes. The music could be heard as soon as we entered the elevator-rhythmic trance. The moment we stepped into the apartment (a huge penthouse on the top floor of one of the newest buildings in the city), I smelled the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol. The party was in full swing, and when you go to Niya, you always find a bunch of strangers sitting on the floor and the sofas or on the huge terrace, it was her lifestyle. The apartment was not hers, it was her "daddy," with which, if you understand what I'm saying, Niya has no kinship. She was my favorite oracle and my best friend. We were alike in terms of taste for clothes, music, books and the worst boys. Liam was already in her arms, and she honored him with one of her less chaste kisses while her red hair was spilling on her shoulders. The only thing I could do was stick a smile on my face and make sure none of that it's bothering me. The only thought that really calmed me was the fact that the two of them were all a joke and a flirt, never more and a glorious praise for god - had not slept together, yet. The thought of exactly the two of them together made me stifle and want to get out of my skin.

"Niya, where are my kiss and a hug?" I said, pretending to be mortally insulted.

"Of course I have some for you." In seconds I was in her arms, and we were both laughing like third-grade students. Liam did not fail to give us a look that said that he was too big for that bullshit, and raise one eyebrow to make sure we got the not so much subtle hint.

"Liam don't you want to join us?" Niya asked.

"Only if you're in the bedroom and you're naked." Smiling and winking. Niya and I both laughed again.

" What do you want to drink? Whiskey for you Liam and rum with a coke you for Moira.

"How well do you know me," I said

"This time I'm on ice vodka. Is the dad still out of town at work?" - Liam asked.

"Yes, he will be out of town for a month, if you want to stay with me until he comes back, especially you Liam." - Niya wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"I'm already isolated." - in reality, my heart jumped in my chest after the invitation to Liam. - "what am I a shoe rag or your best friend?" - i stated.

" The invitation is for you too, you know my home is your home, why do you think you have a key. Get comfy i will go and find you drinks.

I found my beloved sofa filled with a couple who needed to find a room, and I think I needed a new favorite sofa ew, so I kept going through the apartment. Seconds later I found Liam sitting on a leather chair talking to Max, a sweetheart from the company I had not spotted in the last month. Max was like a big brother who would have fought for you or would have taken you out of the police station after trying to get drunk in a soccer match by explaining to a policeman - I quote: "Dad, Dad, please can i come in with you "-  hey i feel the judgment, then i found it funny. Liam did not like Max, and that was putting it mildly . Surprisingly, they had not yet starte quarreling.'

"I Do not you believe what the wind has blown here?" i said and they both looked up at me.

"Hey little one, I have not seen you for so long, in what trouble are you getting now. How is it, still no boyfriend and you are a virgin, I can help in this direction. "- the same stupid question and every time , and I still did not want to mention what had happened between me and ........  I had not told anyone that I was not a virgin, all of them would have flooded me with a bunch of questions I did not want to answer, but at some point I would have to spit it out, the moment seemed good to me as any.

"Max, please as if there's a drop of sexy in Riry, if you sleep with her, they'll think of you as a pedophile." I heard it go out of Liam's mouth, still staring into his glass. My best friend's comment caught me unprepared, and I felt the anger dripping through my veins. His words were like a slap in my face. It heard my self saying in an incredibly calm tone.

- And so what the hell is so bad about being a virgin you ass. I'm sorry Max, it's hard for you to be my first since I have not been a virgin for some time, try sticking it in another girl if bleeding and screaming and crying are your thing. - Me and my big mouth and crappy day. SHIT.