Too Much Time on My Hands

Ain't it silly? For making a brand new blogspot? I'd think so. I've actually always wanted to have this type of thing instead of just writing in my journal because sometimes I'm just way too tired. Like last night, jeez I was not in the mood for writing anything, but I did and it was very short. What I really wanted to get at though is I've had this story stuck in my head for a while and I'm finally going to write it down otherwise my thought will leave my head. Oh yeah, and why am I writing at 8:31 in the morning? Cause my sister is sick so my parents asked me if I could stay home. Surprisingly, I didn't really want to stay home but mainly cause I have an awesome outfit today. xD



Invisible Touch
By: Whitney G.

I didn't want to leave a world of magic just to study humans, but I was getting paid to do it. I didn't feel like staying with my Uncle Ed. He was so awkward and was surely not a people person, but surprisingly has a daughter and a beautiful wife and lives in a little town upstate New York. I know how much he dislikes magic though. There's a reason why he left his home without a goodbye. He believes that witches and wizard create too much chaos and may one day just destroy the world. He gave up magic a long time ago and he was made fun of for it. He made good choices for himself and for the rest of the wizard community I guess. No witch or wizard has to deal with his protesting on magic and he gets to have an awkward yet lovely family. Uncle Ed was an average looking man, brown hair, hazel eyes and around 5'11. His wife, Angie, was from Brazil, has brown curly hair with green eyes. They have a ten year old daughter who knows what I am and is scared of me because of it. I don't know why humans teach their children that all magical thinsg are evil. I surely wasn't going to put her in my pot and cook her up for the bats. She was gorgeous though, wavy brown hair with light green eyes. I was the odd one in the family according to all the humans I talked to. I went to this program called YMCA, where I watch little kids and make sure they don't hurt themselves. I can never tell whether they hurt themselves a little or a lot. Sometimes they overreact. I swear sometimes it feels like they're pulling on my brown hair and poking my brown eyes. Luckily I don't gt to work alone. A guy who's 17, which I will be in a month, helps me with the little rascals. His name is Chase Maine and has been keeping his blue eyes on me. He's notices when my hair changes color. My hair only changes color when my mood changes. It doesn't change drastically though, just red, light brown with bit of blonde, dark brown, and sometimes it's a mix. I tell him it's the lighting of the room, he never believes me though. Chase reminds me of my old friend back home with his black hair. Charlotte Beckam used to work at YMCA, but recently quit, we kept in touch though. We hang out everyday after I'm done with work. I feel that she would be ten times cooler if she knew what I was. She believes that creatures like myself exist which is why I love her. Chase on the other hand thinks that all of the witch talk is just nonsense. Chase and Charlotte have been making my stay worth while even if they don't know that I won't be here for long. I moved in around May, and I'm moving out around November. At th moment, Charlotte and Chase are getting out of school in two days, June 17th. Adults tend to make kids get out of school at a weird time.

The 17th is a Tuesday, so today Charlotte wanted to three of us to go to the movies. "What's this movie about?," I asked Charlotte. A title named "Hunters of the Night" made me curious. "It's about ghost hunters, hunting ghosts. Isn't it obvious?," Charlotte replied. Bleh, I know you're going to find this to be ironic, but I don't believe in ghosts. Ghosts are suppose to be "spirits" of humans. I never believed in any after life for humans since witches don't have one. Besides, how would "ghost hunters" get rid of ghost when they're already dead. Maybe the ghosts are crazy because people misunderstood them. During the entire movie, all I saw was these "hunters" murdering something that was already murdered. Even blood came out of these ghosts! That isn't suppose to happen! I stopped paying attention to the movie around the middle and started looking at the reaction of the audience. Chase had the same reaction as me but couldn't look away. Charlotte was completely into the movie, she was piratically off her seat. I slowly took the popcorn away from her, so just in case if she falls I'll still have some food left. There was one part in the movie where the ghost actually eats one of the hunters, everyone screamed, so I ended up laughing so hard. Everyone looked at me strangely. Chase realized that I wasn't affected by the movie, so he tried to act cool and laugh along with me. I stopped laughing though, so things were just awkward. The movie went on for hours and I was just getting bored. I took out my phone to see what time it was. Turns out my phone has a very powerful light and everyone was complaining. Chase didn't mind as much, he actually asked me for the time. "10:17," I said, that meant about 15 more minutes till the movie is over.

Once we got out, Charlotte was pretending to be the last ghost hunter who ends up being the hero in this mess of a movie. "Prepare to go to hell ghost! SHIBBAM!" Charlotte made me laugh a little with her sound effects, I never knew that nonsense movies like these can make a human affected by it. "Oh jeez Charlotte, why can't you be the ghost?," I asked. "Um, hello! All the ghosts were evil, I mean did you see the one that ate Ken! Ken was hot! He didn't deserve to die!," Charlotte yelled. "Alright, alright," I didn't want to get her upset for something that isn't real. "Did you at least like the movie Maroby?," Chase asked me. "Uh, it was okay, a bit too unrealistic for me." "Well, duh. It's a ghost movie! It's suppose to be unrealistic," Charlotte was defending the movie a bit too much. I didn't want to ruin her fun so I told Chase to walk her home and I'll see them tomorrow.

Once I got back home, Fiona, Ed's daughter, was just staring at me once I got to the door. "Yes Fiona?," I asked because there had to be a reason for why she was just looking at me. She didn't even bother to respond so I just rushed downstairs to my room. I looked at my clock to see what time it was, "10:17" it said. I thought it was 10:17 an hour ago. I checked my cell phone and it said 11:17. My clock was a bit off, I hate it when that happens. When I was trying to set the time right, it just wouldn't move. It was stuck. Ugh, why was I wasting my time physically turning it. I put the clock back and used my magic to change the time. Uncle Ed can smell magic when it's being used which killed me. "MAROBY! WHAT DID I SAY?!" "You said..MAROBY!," I teased him just so he would calm down, but that didn't work. "NO MAGIC IN THIS HOUSE," that's the only thing he's known for; yelling. "Sorry Ed." He walked back upstairs and I fell straight into my bed. For some reason, this night felt colder than any other night.

10:17am. What is up with my timing? I woke up at exactly that time, I even checked my cell phone to make sure I wasn't going crazy. I think I was going crazy. I went upstairs to have breakfast with the family, but Fiona just kept staring me down. She wouldn't even look at her food while she was eating. "Don't you have school today?," I asked hoping that she was leaving late or something. "I don't feel good," she replied so seriously. "Fiona has a bit of a fever," Angie told me. I wasn't convinced, I just think that she heard her father yell at me last night and she thinks I'm going to use more magic when he's not around. I hated the way Fiona was staring at me so I ate my Cheerios quickly. "Ang, I'm going out."
"To where?," Angie asked.
"I don't know, just walk around I guess, I mean it is a lovely day," I replied.
"Alright, when are you coming back?," she said as a responsible adult is suppose to say.
"I don't know, I have work after my little walk," why does she care anyways?!
"Do you have a boyfriend?," she asked randomly.
"What?! NO! I wouldn't want to date a human! BLEH! Oh..no offence," I forgot who I was talking to.
"Alright, just making sure." Sorry, but I hate people who act like they're concerned when it's obvious they're not. I really do love walking and getting away from my awkward family though. Plus, I'm suppose to be studying human behavior anyways. I will admit some of the boys here aren't that bad looking, but they would probably think I'm weird. Most people do anyways, especially since I hang out with Charlotte. Charlotte is not a people person, if she likes you, then you are totally unique. Everyone loves Chase though, but he doesn't love everyone. Most of the girls that want him are so obsessed with him, it sickens me. I guess he hangs out with us cause we're not obsessed with him.

I walked over to the Hudson River just to sit there and think. The river looked like it wasn't even moving and the sky looked like they had little marshmallows stuck there. No one was there at this time, I was there by myself. All I was able to hear was the wind and trees speak to me. "Lovely view isn't it?," a mysterious voice asked. "Yeah," I was so calm, I didn't care who was there. "Hey, do I know you, I feel like I've seen you somewhere," he asked. I turned around to see who was speaking to me. I don't think I've ever seen his face before because it was gorgeous. His skin was so light almost as if he was a ghost. His green eyes looked like they could grow in the dark and his hair was so untamed yet a really nice shade of blonde. "I don't think so, I'm Maroby," I answered. "Oh, well I don't know, maybe I saw your face and you didn't catch mine. I do remember your face though, it's really nice," he flattered me. "Well your face isn't that bad either," I was acting a little flirty, but can you blame me? He smiled. I was about to leave because it was just getting awkward. We were just looking at each other. "So, uh, what's your name?," I asked in an awkward tone. "Sean Espen, and I already know your Maroby," he chuckled, "so where are you headed after this?" "YMCA, why?," I wondered.
"Maybe you'd like a lift," he suggested.
"Uh, sure," I couldn't refuse his offer, I feel like I didn't want to lose him.
"Cool."

We got into his car and we didn't talk much. He did ask for my number. I actually felt like I safe sitting next to him. Through the whole drive I didn't see anyone in town, it's as if they left. Finally, we got to YMCA and he said goodbye. "So maybe you can call me later," I said. "That's my plan," he told me. As soon as the car left, I saw about 20 people walking around the neighborhood and Chase was behind me. It was the freakiest thing I have ever experienced.

"Hey Maroby," Chase said.
"Hey..," I was so confused, how come so many people appear AFTER Sean was gone?
Chase and Charlotte walked with me inside the building. It took me 20 minutes to tell Charlotte how I met my soulmate. Sean really did feel like he was my soulmate. He was so attractive and polite and just perfect. Charlotte told Chase of course and Chase was curious to see who it was. Since Chase knew just about everyone in this town he asked what his name was. "Sean Espen," I said to him. He told me that he's never heard of a "Sean Espen" before. It was strange cause it looked like Sean knew his way around the neighborhood. Maybe he was new in town.