The Journal of Chindi Acteul - Part 1 - By Skye
A story in many parts
Part 1:
Ever since I was a toddler, I knew I wasn’t normal. Whenever I wanted ice cream, a big bowl of it would appear on the table in front of me. Whenever I wanted to build a box fort, I would just wave my hands, the boxes and tape would all move so that a magnificent box castle was made.
One time, my dad asked me, “Chindi, can you please make me an ice cream sundae?” I did exactly as he asked, and turned him into a sundae. But, I forgot the cherry on top, and I couldn’t figure out how to turn him back until 15 minutes later, when the spell wore off. Also, I have two parakeets, Hope and Pip, and I can understand every word they say (or tweet, but whatever). But, my “magic” doesn’t always work. There was that time that I tried to make it rain in the living room, but the TV caught fire instead. And whenever I try to show my powers to my friends, it just turns into a big flop. For example, one time, when I was trying to show my friend, Lanteki, that I could fly around the park, I couldn’t fly for some reason, and he thought I was just trying to get attention.
I become pretty bored all the time, which is why I make ice cream appear, make box forts, and talk to my parakeets. I think it’s because of the fog, which, by the way, I really hate. It just makes everything darker, and drearier, in the already dark and dreary winter skies. Even though I have tried to do another weather spell - like that time in the living room - to make it sunny and warm, I couldn’t. Maybe some invisible force is keeping me from doing magic around people other than my parents. I really don’t know.
Now, back to the present. I’m really cold! I think I’m going to go over to the couch. But when I get there, all I see is a bundle of blankets.
“Mom…” I whine.
“Hi honey! Do you want to join the snuggle party?” She asks me.
I glance up at the clock. 5:30 PM. Why isn’t Dad home yet? I wonder.
“I would love to, but I think I’d better go pick up dad from work. I think it’s going to rain soon,” I answer. She gives me a questioning look. “I would love to join the snuggle party, but I don’t want Dad to freeze. Don’t worry, I will bring an umbrella, and bundle up, and all of that kind of stuff,” I add.
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It turns out, my idea to go pick up my dad is a huge mistake. First of all, it’s freezing cold out, and all I am wearing is shorts and a t-shirt. If you are wondering why, it’s a simple answer. The shorts are blue, and have a pattern of purple llamas on them. The t-shirt is yellow, and has a picture of two parakeets sitting together by the sunset. I mean, that’s my only reason, and it might not be a good one, but still. Second of all, the wind keeps trying to blow me and my umbrella away! I’m finding myself needing to hold on really tight to it to protect myself from the rain. It turns out, my rock climbing training where I was only allowed to use my hands is really paying off! I am still holding onto the umbrella! I can see other people around me, that also apparently had the idea to go on a walk. Most of them had already lost their umbrellas, but the few of them who still had their umbrellas were really struggling to hang on (including me! I guess maybe that rock climbing training didn’t really work after all). Ooh! Sorry, another gust of wind tried to pull me away.
I see a glimpse of my dad in the distance. I start to run. I let go of my umbrella with one hand to wave; he waves back. He starts to run, I run faster. I jump a little bit, so that the wind catches my umbrella a little bit, just enough to push me along. But it turns out, that’s my big mistake. I only realize that as an especially strong gust of wind picks me up, and starts to pull me away. I am lifted up. I desperately flail my arms around, trying to push myself back down, but it doesn’t work. I reach out and grab a tree branch (yeah, that’s how high I am). It just snaps off. I am sent twirling higher and higher. Then everything goes dark.
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