The Grandiose Sorceress

Chapter 1 - Talking to Stranger

CHAPTER 1

Talking to Stranger

Being not normal is very difficult… very dangerous. Sometimes you’ll just wish to die, but that would not happen… impossible things jump into reality because of power… creatures wandered and brought disasters to towns. Sounds weird… sound’s immortal… sound’s me.

            I am Amanda Chacer, a thirteen year-old girl accelerated to third year high school. I am not that active in school, especially, in recitations. I choose to sit all day long-- listening and reading than speaking. I just study hard for my mother who expected a lot from me… the only one who cared about me. I don’t have real friends, only books… only pens. I always sit in the corner of our room, staring to others while they keep chattering and laughing, as I write things on my mind.

            I don’t know why they don’t like me… maybe because it’s just my nature keeping them away from me, maybe it’s just ME. Maybe because I am weird and do weird things like reading dictionaries, encyclopaedias, atlas ,almanacs ,reference books, and thesaurus. The truth is I do this because it sounds fun. It’s the only way to make myself happy even if I am alone. Books became my friends since I was young.

            At our class, my classmates seemed to laugh at me behind my back. I wanted to ask them what’s wrong with me, but I can’t do it because at the fact that they are older than me.

            Every day, all the classes are boring especially when my classmates laugh at me for no reason. It always makes my whole day an unhappy one.

            Every time I arrive from school, my mom always ask me the same question. “How was your school today?”

            My mom is Alison Chacer. She’s a business woman. She’s single parent because her husband- my father- left us alone to marry another woman.

            “It’s just like my other school days, boring.” I said.

            “Is it because of your friends?” she asked.

            “Classmates…” I corrected “I don’t have friends. And as usual, I’m always annoying for them.”

            “Why do you say that?” she asked.

            “I don’t know. But what’s wrong about me? Is it my face? Because I am ugly and weird? Am I not normal, mom?” I asked.

            “No, don’t say that. You are normal. Maybe because you are very special ---“

            “What?”

            “--- and you are gifted. That’s why I’m lucky to have you as my child” she said.

            “Thanks” I muttered. “That explains everything.”

            “Just be you, okay” she said.

            I have lots of questions in my mind but I decided to go to my mom and have some sleep to forget all the bad things that happened to me that day.

            As I went to my bed, I looked at the picture frame over the side cabinet and stared at the picture. It was me when I was five years old. I spotted the differences between me, eight years ago and now. It had the same colour of the hair --- dark brown, the eyes --- electric blue and other physical characteristics except for the smile in the picture.

I was on the same place in the middle of the woods. Then, I saw people in their teen ages performing experiment. Maybe they’re Chemists. The one that caught my attention was that the people were using some kinds of magic, only too late that I realized they’re making potions.

            Then the sky darkened. They all stared at my direction. At first, I thought they were staring at me but they pointed up and noticed they’re staring on what’s behind me.

            “What’s that?” one of them said.

            I looked back and saw flying monsters with yellow fangs and wings like a bat. All of the people brought out their weapons --- which I hadn’t notice before --- and lunged at the monsters, one of them stepped in front. It was a boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen, he yelled, “Attack the Demons!”

            The fight started and all of the people were trying to kill the monsters. Then I saw some of them using magic in fighting.

            What the heck is this place? What am I doing here?

            Before I could find out the answer, the boy who led them turned to me.

            “Where are you?” he spoke. “We need your help. There’s a war going on now.”

            “Why me?” I asked “What war? Wait!”

            But before he could answer, I heard a loud knock.

            “Amy, come down. Dinner is ready” my mom said.

            As I opened my eyes, I realized that it was just a dream. But what does that dream mean?