The story of my Egyptian life✔️

Chapter 1

I was slammed against the wall by Patricia. She spat at me.

"Next time you get smart, I'll cut out your tongue."she said.

She flicked her cigarette at me and it burned my hands.

I didn't cry. I had no tears left to shed.

I just sat there, shaking with fury and pain. One day, one day soon I will hurt her.

Patricia and I used to be best friends ever since kindergarten. When did it go downhill, you ask?

Everyday she spent with me sickened her. She hates me because of my scars from the fire.

And then she doggged me up like a peice of paper for fun.

I sat down trying to fix myself mentally and physically.

I got up and walked to my apartment that was two blocks away.

I hung on to my book bag that suddenly got heavier. Or did I get weaker?

I shrugged it off and trudged on home.

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A few minutes later I open the door of room 1952 to hear my mother coughing.

I go to the box of medicine and give her pills and a glass of water. She took it weakly.

"What happened to your hand?"she asked croakily. I shoke my head. "Just got hurt on accident, ma. Rest."I said.

She looked at me tiredly. "Chike, I know when your lying. Please, why don't you stay home tommorow? You need as much rest as I do."she said.

I shoke my head again. "Don't worry about me, ma. Get well."I said.

She closed her eyes and drifted into sleep, snoring lightly.

I went into my room and closed the door behind me.

I sat on my creaky bed and rubbed my eyes. I yawned widely. I need some coffee.

I went into the kitchen to boil the water. A few minutes later, a black hot coffee was in my hands.

I head to my room and open my bookbag to start on my biology homework.

My fingers brush against a hard and leathery surface I've never touched before.

I pull it out of the bookbag and look at a book that looked thousands of years old. How did it get there?

I caress the surface and trace the title.

   The Book of Spells and    
                 Power

You've got to be kidding me.

I flip through the pages and find a spell to heal sickness or incurable symptoms.

I stare at the page and look at my mom sleeping in the rocking chair.

The doctors can't cure whatever is wrong with her and even if they could we wouldn't have the money.

I look at the spell again and walk over to my mom. In order to do this, I need to temporarily feel her pain.

"Aha-key ma un."I said quietly.

A green mist seeped though her mouth and nose and went into mines.

I coughed and hacked into my hand and I crouched down. Drops of blood were on my fingers.

It was painful to do it, but I managed to stand up and drink some water.

A few minutes later I felt better and walked over to my mom.