Young Writers Society

Prologue: Hello. If you are reading this then you should know our world is not at all what you believed it to be. Magic is real. And magical being are integrating themselves into our society. Your neighbor down the street could be a hagraven, that angry dog that attacks you everyday could be a Cerberus, you could never truly know the secrets that the world hides. I know it kinda sounds like I'm saying all the magical creatures in the world are evil and bad but that simply isn't true. Yes there are many evil magical beings in the world but there are also many good magical beings in the world also. I should know, I'm one of them. My name is Luke Sared. And it’s time  to tell you my story...

Chapter 1 Bag of sprinkles: It all began on January 13, 2009 I woke with an uncertain look. A look between happiness and Sadness. Happiness because Today was my 11th birthday and my mom said that she would give me a present and said that my present will change my life forever a couple months back. I felt sadness because I just remembered I had to take an important test today and I forgot to study. I woke up and lazily stepped out of bed with a yawn. 

I ruffled my pitch black hair and walked inside of the bathroom to brush my teeth. I looked at my reflection and groaned. I was wearing an orange shirt with red stripes. My hair was covered with sprinkles. At first I was confused, but then I remembered. Yesterday was my sister Clara's birthday party. Since we were born just a single day apart my parents would use half of the cake as my sister's and the other half as mine.  I know what you’re thinking. How can kids be born one day apart? Honeslty, I don’t really know. But that’s what my mom and dad say, so I take it as the truth.  Unfortunately, my dad would always cut it wrong and Clara would get the smaller peice every time, and it always infuriated her. she probably took my bag of sprinkles and dumped them in my hair over night. 

I put my head in front of the fountain and turned my head so that the water would touch my hair and not my face. I began to count the sprinkles as they fell out and washed down the drain. (I lost count around 39 but there were probably way more) I turned the faucet off and reached for my toothbrush but my hands must've still been wet because it fell right in the toilet. I was about to grab it but I couldn't help but feel like something bad would happen.

I have a really big fear of water. It's not even the fear of drowning although that definitely helps it was just...water looks freaky to me for some reason. I looked in the cabinet and pulled out a nail clipper. I reached inside the toilet and began to pull out the toothbrush. Just when it was almost out I heard the pattering sound of rapid feet followed by the door swerving open revealing my mom in her pink dress covered in white polka dots. Her hair seemed frizzled and if looks could kill I'd be dead five times over from the glare she gave me. 

 The instant  she arrived I forgot what I was doing and I tripped over my own feet and hit my head on the handle and with a loud noise the toilet flushed, sending both my toothbrush and dad's nail clipper down the toilet. My mom let out a long sigh before softly saying: "You overslept. School starts in 5 minutes" My eyes widened. I was not having a very good morning.