Mystic

Growing A Thick Skin

Picture of Amelia^^

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I know, usually parents want you to move out of the house when you reach the big 20. But that did not happen when college came. They told me to stay home, and that I would never be allowed to go to college. I was completely confused, and I never understood, until two weeks ago. Ever since that day, I've understood why they didn't let me. And I am totally grateful for that. But they are what they are telling me now, is confusing.

"So, what you're saying is, I will basically have a college teacher that will teach me all I need to know about jobs? Why?" I question, while taking a bite of my pear.

"Just incase an uprising starts," My mom says "You need to be prepared. If a civil war, or any kind of war starts, we want you to have the knowledge of a job. That way, you can pretend to be a worker, but actually know what you are doing." She says, while stabbing her a piece of lettuce out of her salad with a fork.

"Why can't you just let someone teach me how to fight then?" I ask, while taking another bite of my pear.

"We don't want to risk you getting killed. But we could add that to it. We should give you some proper ruling lessons too." She states. I nod.

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Walking up to the yoga mat, I place my phone beside it, and sit down on the mat. Meditation has always been a special thing for me. It has always kept me calm, and has helped me to make the right decisions. I'm going to stand out like a sore thumb. I breathe in and out, trying to calm myself down. After a few seconds, my heart rate slows down, and I feel relaxed. I try to concentrate on the noises around me. The birds chirp around me, even though the spring has not come yet. Bees buzz around me, even when spring has not come yet. Magic has a weird way of working. I continue to concentrate on the sounds around me. Suddenly, I hear footsteps treading on the leaves and grass. My eyes flash open. I see Amelia walking towards me. After I made the plan, she became tougher and stronger. She may look the same, but I am sure she doesn't feel the same.

"Hey Amelia." I say, and wave towards her.

"Hey to you too." She says, while giving me a casual smile. I smile back.

"What are you doing hear?" She asks me.

"Just meditating." I say

"Cool." She states. I nod at her.

"Want join me, perhaps?" I ask her. She looks at me in an odd way.

"I brought two mats." I say in a sing-song voice. She laughs, and then nods.

I hand her my other mat, and she takes it out of my hands. After lying it on the grass, she sits beside me, and let's out a breath. I think about how hard the next couple of days will be.

After 15 minutes or so, I get up and stretch my legs.

"Did you enjoy it?" I ask, while yawning a little, and standing up.

"Yes, it made me relax." She says sleepily.

"Would you like to go back?" I ask her.

"Yeah.I need a nap right now." She says, and laughs a little. I start to laugh along with her.

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After taking a nap in my bed, I wake up refreshed and energized. Streching, I stand up and yawn a bit. I glance at the clock. Whoa, it's 4:00! I slept for awhile. I rush into my closet , and slip on normal clothes to wear.

I walk back to the forest that we meditated in this morning. I jog around, going deeper and deeper into the forest, getting nore and more lost by the minute.

"I should have never came into this damn forest." I mutter under my breath. Birds chirp, and squirrels jump from tree to tree. I walk some more into the forest, knowing that this will only bring more trouble, but I just go with it.

After awhile of jogging, so I stop and stand to catch my breath. For some reason, the atmosphere becomes eerie and silent, and I start to become fearful. My breathing quickens, and my heart starts to race. I shake myself off.

Out of no where, I start to feel intense pain in my back. I let out an intense scream, and start to thrash, even when nothing is latched on to my back. Then the wave of pain becomes more intense. I scream louder, and hot tears start to pool in the corners of my eyes. Then all at once, the pain stops. I let out a breath of relief. I spin around, to check and see if anyone was around. No one. I look around for a tree with short, but strong limbs. I find the perfect tree, and start to climb it. I struggle with this, since I am out of shape. When I finally reach a perfect hight, I stop and look at my surroundings. I stop a straight to the castle from the forest. I begin to climb down, after looking around. I finally reach the bottom, and smell the strong smell of pine.

After awhile, I reach home, and walk through the castle. During the trek home, I began to notice that there was a weight on my sholders, but I ignored it. I walk throughout the empty halls, while maids give me quizzical looks, and frightened ones too. I start to become self conscious, and think that something is on my back. Maybe I should ask my grandmother. I begin to walk to my grandmothers room, and as soon as I reach it, I knock on the door. I hear shuffles in the room, and the sound of feet moving across the ice floor. The door nob twists and turns, and soon I hear a soft click. The door opens to my grandmother's young, and slightly wrinkeled face.

" Hello granddaughter. What brings you to my room?" She says, while moving aside so I can come in. I walk past her. I hear a soft gasp from her as I walk in. "I just wanted to know what is on my back." I ask her. She gasps again. "What is it?" I ask her, feeling slightly confused.

"You just shifted for the first time!" She says, while letting a couple of tears shed.

"Shifted? What the heck is that supposed to mean?" I ask her, while rushing to the bathroom. I look and stare at the sight in the mirror.

"What the hell is going on here?!" I yell, as I stare at the two big angel wings attached to my back.

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Bonjour! I am so sorry that I haven't posted in awhile. Some issues have came up. Just bear with me. I have been thinking about ideas for this book, for that past weeks. It has just been a little hard to come up with ideas. See yoy next week, hopefully!

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