s t r i n g s (or how to summon a demon)

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i don't know why but i find her beautiful. not in a way that i'm in love with her, but in a maybe... aesthetic way? i'm not sure. i was her wish. she didn't know but if you're very special a wish might come true. from all the things you've wished in your life. October Oaks had always wished the exact same thing, and she was obsessed with wishes. when she was 10, she would have to withhold a squeal of excitement when a friend leaned over and whispered to her "you have an eyelash" during math class. every single one of her 14 birthdays, she has wished for something, even when everyone stopped telling to her when she was 9. she has seen 2 shooting stars in her life, and she has wished on them. she didn't believe in wishes and luck so much, but she really really wanted one certain thing. when she turned 12, it came true, and it's been true for two years, and she hasn't noticed yet. i hope she does soon.

okay, time to set the scene. October is walking down a path, a sidewalk, home from school, she says. we all know she's lying so people don't come up to her and get her to talk, or spend time with them. once she's gone 3 blocks, she slowly slides her orange headphones on to her head, and goes into the coffee shop she goes to every day, with the same orange headphones, the same slight smile on her face. she started going there the very day her parents let her walk home from school alone and visit places on the way. she'll stand in line, select the playlist on her ipod labelled "coffee shop", and order a different kind of coffee each and every time she goes there. she walks home, still listening to the coffee shop playlist, and paints her fingernails a different colour every day. she has so many shades of orange, red, purple, blue, and black that i can't imagine her ever using them all. the coat remains perfect all of the next day. she is skilled, but will never do fancy designs, because they might just get her noticed, and we wouldn't want that.

October always does things to a certain schedule and rythm, most human relationships would mess that up. i admire this. unfortunately, the certain schedule and rythm does not allow her to take time to figure out how to summon me. i'm not allowed to give her hints. it's against the rules.

now comes the time when October paces around each room of the house three times, waiting for the nail polish to dry. when she's done, she will open up her perfectly clean macbook air and goes to skype. she'll message the other girl. i look and see what the other girl is doing sometimes. she isn't as interesting as she might seem. October will always set a different playlist from her computer to play while she talks to the other girl, writes things, and occasionally searches up something. i will look over her shoulder, careful not to touch anything she owns or her, while she types.

but today she does something else. she goes straight to the search engine and..

Google Search: How to Summon a Demon

it is beginning. my wish is coming true as well. a trade.