“Hey… Need some help warmin’ up?” Asked a handsome stranger, as Birdie focused intently on her routine.
“No thanks sweetie, I don’t!” She said, with a warm and friendly tone.
Birdie was used to unwanted attention from boys all the time. Without giving the stranger so much as even a glance, she walked away before he could calculate his next terrible pick up line.
As she began to practice in the middle of room, the stranger followed her.
“I see you all the time at school!” He blurted. “Birdie, right?”
Birdie’s footwork was graceful and effortless as she smiled at the stranger. “Please don’t pretend like you don’t know my name.” She said confidently.
The stranger even surprised himself, when he found himself blushing, something that normally doesn’t happen often.
“Callan Harrington.” He announced. “I have to admit, I’ve always been really curious about you..” He said.
“Can’t say the curiosity is mutual.” Birdie smiled.
“Oh come on.. Now you’re just playing hard to get!” Callan said.
“I don’t have much time for playing these days.” She said, continuing to breeze through her routine like a feather.
She could feel Callan watching her every move, practically burning holes through her leotard with his eyes.
“You sure are flexible…” Callan suggestively joked.
Birdie finally cut her dancing abruptly. “Ew.” She grumbled, walking away once more.
“Hey wait! I was only joking! Come on…”
“Ugh, if I just give you my number will you just get lost?” She fumed.
“No, that’d be too good to be true. I know you’d just give me the wrong number anyways!”
“Let me take you out tonight, to the park or something. Like a real legit date, I’ll pick you up.”
Birdie glared at him. “Then you’ll leave me alone to practice?” She asked.
Callan smoothly shrugged and nodded, not being able to wipe the grin off his face.
It’s been almost four years since I lost my parents to the sea. Belinda Crumplebottom, my teacher at the Crumplebottom School of Bewitchment, and distant relative, advised me to write spells for them in a bottle, and send it away in the ocean. Even if their spirits never read the letters or spells, it’s an excellent way to cope with the loss. It also doubles as a great way for me to practice magic, which I still have yet to figure out, mind you.
Since the death of my parents, my aunts and uncles have come to live with us, to help raise us.
My aunts are always an endless source of entertainment. They’ve really refined their magic skills enough to make it easier to manage three children, two dogs, a cat, a horse, and not to mention their husbands! They’re constantly using their magic to do average household chores like cooking or scooping cat litter.
But even when my aunts use magic to cook, they can never out-do uncle Barry’s cooking! He’s a natural cook, and has yet to make a dish that doesn’t satisfy everyone. (Except maybe aunt Persephone, she’s a strict vegetarian.)
On any average day around dinner time, the kitchen is nothing short of a circus. Our family is chaotic and big enough as it is, but usually everyone has at least one guest.
I end up tripping over someone or something at least once every day. I hate being in a crowded room.
….Which is why I normally eat outside. Peace and solitude is when I’m at my happiest.
Aunt Persephone fired the maid my parents had, so uncle Bo is in charge of the cleaning. He definitely has his work cut out for him, too! I’m always offering to help out, but he insists that I let him do it, as he genuinely enjoys cleaning.
Now that we’re older, my aunts agreed that it’s not appropriate that I have to share a room with a girl, so now Birdie and Salem share our old room, and I have my grandpa’s old room upstairs.
Birdie and Salem are constantly bickering like sisters, sometimes their shouting can even be heard upstairs.
I’m really glad I have my own space to be completely honest. When my parents disappeared, I kept my mother’s old violin and began teaching myself how to play it. Surely Salem would have killed me by now if she had to listen to that all day.
Then there’s Clementine. I’d definitely without a doubt say that Clementine is my closest friend. She spends most of her time at our house, since her father’s lifestyle can be pretty chaotic.
Every since my parents died, Brandt has been drinking a lot, and always has a new girl staying the night. He just seems so depressed. Who would have guessed that he’d take my father’s death that hard? I knew they were best friends but I didn’t realize they were that close. Poor guy. One things for sure, Clementine is always welcome here, and my aunts never question it.
Clementine and I are always there for one another. She says I brighten her day when she’s had a bad day, and I tell her I’m always here to listen. She’s probably the best hugger I’ve ever known!
Now, before you jump to conclusions, please allow me to clear some things up; Clementine and I are just friends. I am completely aware that if i intend to be the Darling family heir, that I’ll have to marry someone who has been resurrected from the dead. If I allowed our friendship to be anything more, it would ruin everything.
Clementine also knows this, but that doesn’t stop her from having feelings for me. She’s made it no secret that she’s had a crush on me for as long as she can remember.
And don’t get me wrong, I think Clementine is pretty… no… stunningly beautiful, perhaps the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, but I was born to be the heir, and that means the world to me, so I know that Clementine simply isn’t the one. And I’m not interested in getting involved with anyone who isn’t the one, because that means I’d be a heart-breaker, and I don’t think I could live with that.
Since we’re not quite old enough yet, Kizzie and Mel Chapman hired my sister, Clementine, and I to babysit their daughter Cora every once in a while. Cora just so happened to be the cutest baby I’ve ever seen, by the way.
Salem only does it for the money, and probably a chance to get out of the house, but Clementine and I love it! Especially Clem, she loves babies. She was always a lifesaver when I couldn’t get Cora to stop crying.
One night, I sat on the living room floor, practically buried up to my neck in homework, both mine and Salem’s. I don’t condone cheating at all, but I couldn’t let my sister fail any of her classes, surely that would disappoint our mom and dad like no other, dead or not.
Gwendolyn and Barry had just went out for the night, and Persephone and Bo were in bed. It’s rarely this quiet in the house, which made it a perfect time to study hard.
But the silence didn’t last long once Clementine made her way up the stairs. This time not trailing behind my sister.
“Oh you’re such a big baby, aren’t you?! Aren’t you?” She cooed playfully, as she knelt on the floor to rub Flea’s belly.
I struggled to concentrate as she made her way to the loveseat, before flopping down.
“Hi Lo!” She exclaimed, lying on the loveseat upside down, twirling her braids. “What’s up?”
“So guess what?” She giggled.
“I had a dream about you last night!”
“Oh really?” I asked, trying to play it cool. I knew Clementine well, so I knew where this was going…
“Haha, yep!” She laughed, flipping back over, right side up. “It’s kinda weird so don’t judge me…”
At that point I had lost any hope in focusing, as she now had all my attention.
She began twirling her hair around her fingers nervously as she explained her dream. “Well we were in my room… And I just got out of the shower…And like…. We started kissing, and I kept kissing you, like, all over…”
“All over?” I asked, as my voice cracked a bit.
“All over…” She repeated in a whisper.
For a split second, I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. “Oh… That’s some dream, Clem!”
“Welp, looks like my master awaits!” She joked.
“Night Lo..” She smiled, before running down the stairs.
I rushed to finish my homework, before going to my room and locking the door behind me.
“That’s some dream Clementine? That’s really the reaction you go with, Yellow? Oh my god.” I thought to myself in embarrassment, rubbing my temples. Sometimes I wondered why I was such a mess.
After changing my clothes and getting ready for bed, I sat awake in my bed. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to get Clementine and her silly dream off my mind.
I found an old sock on the floor, and used it to cover my sister’s face in the picture of the three of us next to my bed, before turning out the lights. It was times like these I was really glad to have my own room.