Not your Uni

So my life was a lie

"Language," Steven gets in before I can process information again."What is it?" he looks over onto the letter "OHH,"

"But magic isn't real, this is a prank right?" I mutter things along those lines as I slowly lose my sanity. I start to yell off into the distance "GUYS YOU CAN COME OUT NOW, THIS ISN'T FUNNY, YOU GOT ME WHEre are you?" and nervously laugh afterwards.

"Edward you listen to me, magic is very real, you know the university I teach at?"

"Yeah, some specialty school, but I thought. . ." I get cut off.

"This is it," Steven reassures. I ask simply,

"How?"

"I'll explain later, I didn't think we would get accepted into this school specifically, but you were going to get into a magic school." My mouth is hanging open, I'm still pretty frozen. "I can't wait to see you on campus."

"YOU TWO BETTER GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE IN 30 SECONDS OR YOUR NEVER GOING TO BE BLIND!" my mom screeches from the car.

"So that's our cue to leave," Steven nudges me to relieve me of any shock left.

He actually walks to the car like a normal person, I still have that shocked face on. We hop in I, question my entire fucking existence. To save you (The reader, yes YOU) the torcher of it, basically I got fitted for a suit, and I got my way with the people at the shop and mom now I get a nice jet Edwardian suit as a compromise. Now back to me questioning me shitty existence.

We get back home, mom isn't here she's doing errands, just me and Steven. It's awkwardly silent and tense, I hate it. So I break it "So you going to explain how I got into a MAGICAL FUCKING COLLEGE." I hate my self that was meant to come out FUCKING CALMER, great now I'm screaming in head and at you (sorry.)

"One, calm yourself, I get this is a kinda weird concept to you but, your dad was a witch he fell in love with your mom a U.B, he died because he got caught up in some magical politics in a bad time, not small plane crash," He soothes. This answered a few of my questions but left even more, U.B, magical politics, magic in general, and also isn't witch a female term.

"So first off U.B, politics, isn't witch used to describe a girl and magic in general?" more confused than anything.

"Unmagical being, everything has politics what do expect, it's actually a gender neutral term for anyone who practices the right hand path or left hand path, and magic is genetic inherited by blood just like you get blue eyes or your hair texture." he sounds off, it sounds rehearsed probably because it is.

"But how is it real, magic I've never seen it?" He opens his palm and a small but gorgeously flouncy purple flame erupts and pumpkin sparks sparkle up above it, dazzling, then he stops.

"Extinctus," Steven commands "You just saw it now."

"Cool," you can do better than that you dumb cunt great job fucking cool. "I'mma go sleep this off and process bye." So this entire time both my dads were fucking magical, fucking hid this shit from me, lied about it, and didn't tell me this shit until the fucking letter came in the mail. No I'm done with this shit. I stomp, but not really down the stairs to my room and carefully rip my vest off and toss it some where, I don't care at the moment and slip off my boots. I begin to fall face forward on the bed and hope I sleep away my rage, confusion and shock. Shedding a few tears I start to feel drowsy and get the relief of sleep.