Wooded Discovery
-- EXCERPT: The towel I’m wrapped in smells like Mom’s favorite mountain-scented fabric softener. A clean air smell drifts from the wet terry cloth, mixing with the biting scent of chlorine from the pool water in my hair. Both normal smells. Both familiar. Neither helps me relax after hearing their detailed description of what I am. Mom sits across from me at our kitchen table, sipping from her favorite purple coffee cup. Dad sits in the chair next to Mom. Take out the trash. Pick up your dirty underwear. Oh, by the way, you’re a wizard. “Congratulations.” Dad toasts me with his cup. “You’ve transmogrified.” He slurps his coffee. The clock ticks on the wall over the counter. The refrigerator hums as the ice maker kicks on. And I’m a wizard. (Note to self: J.K. Rowling was full of crap. Finding out you’re a wizard sucks.) “What does that mean?” More Latin? “Changed, honey, into a wizard.” We sit in silence for a moment. Mom crosses her legs and kicks her foot back and forth, wiggling the table with her. Dad shakes, too, bouncing his knees. Vibrations from their movements travel through the wooden tabletop. Like they’re five and Christmas has come early. All I want is to wake up from this weird dream, finish high school, and go away to college. But as much as I want to argue with them, I can’t. Mom froze my body with her mind. I jumped out a window and flew. Dad flew after me. On a scale of one-to-ten, that’s enough weirdness to score a one hundred on the weird-shit-o-meter. Finding out I’m a wizard sounds less insane by comparison.
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