Not one word Not one truth

Not one word Not one truth

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"We have a special guest with us this evening, please welcome..." I looked up from my phone at the TV -where my mom was watching ET- to see the picture frozen and flickering between something else. When it stoped, it stoped on an older man, about mid fifties. "Hello, my name is Philip, and there is something very special about me. I am a Wizard, no joke. If you want proof then look at this" he suddenly walked through the TV. "Hi" He looked around and said "One of you are Wizards too. I can't tell who, but it is one of you. The closets magic representative will get in touch with you shortly" He smiled, went back into the TV. "What the fu*k was that." My mom said before looking at me and correcting "frick" "For all of you what i just did is my speclty. I can multiply myself. The appearing in your house is magic I made up. So for the few I told you about the nearest representative I wasn't joking they Will be with you soon." The screen went back and we were back with ET. "Um... commercial brake time" the host said with a fake smile Isaac learns something about his family and he is forever different. **Mild swareing**
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'Idiot.' 'Douche bag.' 'Dumbass.' 'Jer---' 'WILL YOU STOP HOVERING!' His grating voice snapped me out of my rant. I glanced behind me, looking for the unfortunate person the idiot was yelling at. There was no one else in the room. I closed my eyes and rubbed them furiously. There was still no one else in the room. My eyes widened slightly as I looked at him, realization dawning on me. 'You can see me!' I gasped. It wasn't a question. It was statement of disbelief but that didn't stop the idiot from replying. 'No, I'm talking to the other stalker ghost behind you.' He muttered sarcastically. 'You can see me!' I screamed in amazement, too distracted to realize he insulted me. 'Sweet heavens! He can see me!' 'I think we've already established that baby doll.' He rolled his eyes. His condescending tone coupled with the patronizing look that had "you are crazy" written all over it was enough to snap me out of the temporary state of euphoria. __________________ Four little words. Very simple words that changed my existence and gave me hope for the first time in over two hundred years. Someone could see me. He could see me! Now I just have to figure out a way to convince the biggest jerk I know to help me lift a two hundred year old curse. Piece of cake.

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