I should have known that the confused look on her face was going to lead to something. The tight grip on the chair and rustling of papers. All leading to one simple notion.
“Candis,” she said in almost a whisper. The smell of burnt toast mixed with morning breath wavered in the air, making it a less wanting reason to be in the room. The sudden confrontation to my mother, was never number one on my priority list. But, somehow the mood and both the venture of my brain were working together to scheme up a plan.
“I just want to know why. Why are you acting so…..”
There was no way to describe my mother’s act of depression. Everything she did, up to the part where she slept seemed as for nothing. Ever since my dad left, she’s been like a ghost. Hovering around the house, wondering why she’s even alive. I couldn’t take it anymore. Not only was it having a effect on my performance, and my life, but my brother Cameron had taken it as hit towards the face. A typical six year old should not have the burden of family trouble.
“Weird.” It was the only word I could think of that didn’t come out sounding too harsh. She didn’t look at me, but continued rustling papers. I couldn’t deal with this right now. I left the room and sprinted outside. Just one simple question she couldn’t come up with the answer to.












***

We had a white winter, this year. Trees covered with snow, and the blankets on the ground. I scooped up a pile of snow in my gloves. All the memories of making snowmen, with Cameron when he was a little tot, and then knocking them down again, flooded through my mind. Those were the days when we never had to worry, for a family breaking apart. The snow melted in my palms, sending a sudden rush of chill down my spine. It was getting colder, due to the fact that I could see my breath. Tucking my hands into the pocket of my coat I headed down the block. It was after two blocks I heard someone shout out.
“Hey, watch out.” I was stepping in a pile of snow which I guessed was the problem. I turned to see a boy, a year or two older than me.
“S-sorry.. I-I didn’t mean it,” I stammered. Awkwardly, I began mumbling, rambling on. He returned to shoveling not looking up to make eye contact. I thought of offering for help, but then again, his attitude basically spilled just go.
I started to walk off.
“Hey.” Almost automatically, I checked to see if I had plopped into another pile of snow.
He let out a chuckle, and slammed the shovel in the snow. The compelling silence made me search anything in my head to say. How was the weather?
“What,” I asked stuffing my hands further into my pockets.
He studied me carefully before beginning to speak again.
“I’m sorry, please excuse my inhumane manner,” he extended his hand for me to shake.
I didn’t even know this dude, why was he so suddenly showing interest in caring about my feelings?
“I’m Tye by the way,” he rubbed his hand behind his hair seeing that I didn’t bother to shake it.
“Candis,” I said flatly.
“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” he said smiling. I turned to leave fighting the sudden urge to tell him off. Having a creepy, but somewhat good-looking guy tell you that he found you attractive, made my stomach turn.
“Again, I apologize for my comment,” Tye said.
Lo siento.
I looked back at him and caught a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes.
“Uh…its okay,” I stumbled for words.
“So, I’ll see you when, I see you,” he said continuing his work.
“Yeah.”
Hasta luego.












***

“No… okay I understand where you’re coming from but I don’t…. yes,” my mother was talking to aunt Hailey on the phone. Cameron and I sat at the dinning room table eating ramen. The conversation my mother was having, could be none not be a good one.
“Candis what is mommy talking about with Auntie Hal,” Cameron asked ejecting noodle into his mouth. It left remains on the tablecloth.
“I don’t know,” I said to him looking in mom’s direction. She was looking at the same time. I quickly averted my eyes.
“The is no more of a logical explanation…..it’s like he just vanished when something went wrong,” she began saying in whispers.
I strained to listen to more of the conversation but ended up hearing short phrases. No doubt about it they were talking about my father. My mind wandered of to the day I accused him of cheating. His lies tried to put together back the pieces of truth, but in the end all gave way.

Cameron’s chair jerked back suddenly awaking me to reality. He got up and through the half empty container into the bin.








I peered down at my own container. It had been filled to the point that it was as if I hadn’t touched it.
“I’m going up stairs,” he declared. Then left before I had a chance to question him. Arising from my own chairs I was about to go finish my stack of homework.
“Candis we need to talk.” Slowly, I raised my stare to the ones of my mothers’. By the way her jaw clenched and fingers tightened it was sure to be a serious conversation. One that I needless to say was going to leave me thinking over my mother’s unconventional ideas.
“Your father has left with not a trace or sign that he’s coming back. I can’t afford this mortgage by myself,” her ridged eyes wept help as she explained to me the pros and cons of moving to a new place. I felt a wave of sympathy for my mother and what she was going through, but there was no way she was going to force me to move. First of all, I have finally gotten use to my school and society. Well, maybe not society, but the school stuff was all true. And the most important thing of all. The founding of my powers. Who would of know that I would be equipped with magical abilities. Along with my friend, Jordan Cunnings. If we left, how was I suppose to contact her if I needed help? Suddenly finding out that we were both Quierans, had to be reveal the truth of something. What would it prove without me being there to contribute in putting the puzzle pieces together.
“Mom, can’t we find a place to live within where were living now,” I asked.
“Candis, I already have everything planned out for us, and living in New York isn’t in it.” She was like a tree, roots firmly planted inside the ground. Opinions, and ideas thoroughly thought of and organized. Nothing was going to move her thoughts, unless someone came out with a bulldozer and shifted her blueprints.

“I don’t want to move, in fact I won’t move. There is nothing you can do to force me to.” I sprinted out of the kitchen inside my room, grabbed a magazine and laid on my bed until I fell asleep.
Dreaming was one thing, I was vulnerable to. Vivid, easy to make out, and real. My dreams weren’t like any normal people though. I remember the day when, I had my first premonition. It came in a form of a dream, one that was too complicated to figure out. My mind wandered to the battle we had with Natrioun. The sudden rush of escalation in my powers, the moment I wanted to really see him die. Gingerly, opening my eyes I blinked and gazed across my room. I hadn’t used my powers from the day we defeated Natrioun. Sitting up right, I folded my legs across each other and took a deep breath in.
Aue tu vers alum. The light came on. I repeated it again and the complete opposite happened. I guess, my powers were still in full force.



















***
The next day at school, I tried up to catch up with Justin. He seemed exasperated when I saw him with his friends. But every time I hindged up the guts to go talk to him he left without a trace. It made me wonder if I’d done anything wrong.
Or it could just be our first fight.
I shrugged that idea off. The last time I had spoken to him was a the dance. Following that was a couple days off from school. Christmas break. After that, nothing. Zilch. If I hadn’t know better…
“Candis, what’s up,” I turned to see Jordan smiling quite brightly. Her cashmere sweater complemented the faint brown chinos she was wearing. Brown strands of hair flowed down her back adding to her infamous beauty.
“Nothing,” I looked past her to see Justin past us. He made eye contact, but barely. Jordan followed my gaze and I was sure her jaw dropped.
“Did….I mean you and J-Justin….
“Breakup,” I finished. The word just flew out of my mouth. I sonly wished I could take it back. Now it was out there. For any evil sprit to take.
And maybe make it come a reality.



“Oh honey, I’m so sorry,” she said beginning to embrace me into a hug. I slowly backed away.
“W-we didn’t b-break up,” I stammered trying to uphold what was left of my relationship. She looked confused. I filled her in about the events of the dance. Most of them she already knew.
“So he’s just randomly ignoring you, for a reason you have no clue to,” she said matter-factly. I nodded feeling awkward to Jordan’s boy reaction experience.
I adjusted the buttons on my shirt waiting for a word of advice, shortly to find out Jordan didn’t have any. You know when something horrible has just happened to you, and there is only one person capable enough you know, that would be able to help you out, can’t help you. That was how I felt right now.
“It’s not that I have no advice, to give you,” she paused ridding her hair from the clutches of her Jansport book bag.
“I just don’t want to give you the wrong one.” Her words were sharp, and executed in away that made me think she was insinuating something.
Nodding, I bided her a goodbye and went through the corridors. I understood what she was saying about not giving me good advice, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t offer anything. I had a mind, contemplating weather her opinion was good enough wouldn’t be that hard would it?

“So when did you think of telling me you left. I was looking for you ever where.” He would rub his temples, eyes looking back and forth.
“I thought….they had …. Glowering, he would simply say… “I sorry it’s not working….with us.” I would be in total shock on the whole situation, to respond.
“I’m done.” Turning around he would leave me, one the football field. His shower gel still wavering on his olive skin. A poignant moment.


I followed my instincts and dodged any chance at confronting him. I didn’t want to hear the word. Not thinking about and ignoring anyone who said it was my objective.
“Quiet, much today are you Ms. Tamon,” Ms. Suzette placed down her Dasani, a much better option to the caffeine intake she had often consumed.
I smiled warily at her than she slowly motioned to my seat.
“I have a project that I’m thinking of constructing to the class, but I’m not sure whether it needs the right pop,” her mouth pursed together. Rubbing my shoulder, randomly, I began to think carefully about my next response. It could either give the whole class extra work or be simplified.
“What did you have in mind,” I asked.
Mrs. Suzette pulled out a file folder. Pictures spilled out, as if on cue. She struggled to put them back in order.
“The theme is going to be called supernatural beings,” Suzette squealed applauding herself mentally on the back.
A little to much I suppose. This project shouldn’t be to hard to do. Considering that I’m in that category.

She explained to me that she has been researching, ironically, over the Christmas break.
And the spontaneity, of the dance had inspired her.
Did she remember my sudden absence?
I shook that idea out of my head. Mrs. Suzette was absentminded. Losing, assignments, and forgetting to collect homework was her thing. Remembering wisps of the dance didn’t seem of much of a competition.


After the concept of her project was processed through my brain I was ready for suggestions.
“The cause of supernatural’s are unknown right? What if we made our own accusations on how supernatural came to be,” I said still thinking over what I just proposed. Her eyes widening as the thought seemed to be interesting her own ideas.

“I think that is a perfect solution to my pop problem,” gesturing that she was done with the conversation and ready to start class, Mrs. Suzette centered herself parallel to the black board. I shifted back into my chair and took out my notebook.
She Started saying that her so-called proposed plan was to get us in groups to discuss the topic supernaturalism while someone recorded our thoughts. We were placed in groups of three. One recorder, analyzer, and a person to give the presentation.
I was put in a group, not sure of what they were doing. For example, Elizabeth spent the first five minutes talking to Michael about her resent visit to SoHo. While Michael just occasionally nodded.
“Okay, I think we should at least start before the period is over,” I concluded stopping Elizabeth in the tracks.

She looked at the least, displeased that her conversation was put to a hold.
“Fine, whatever, I call dibs on presentation.
Of course to have all eyes on her right?
Elizabeth wasn’t a shy person, but in front of Michael she portrayed this guess of mine perfectly. I sure was not doing the presentation in the presents of this new topic of ours anything could happen.

“Well, I guess that leaves recorder, and analyzer open to both of us,” Michael looked at me. I could tell that by the look of his gaze, he was way to tired to be recorder. His penmanship said enough.
“You have, five minutes,” Suzette said. By the next two minutes or so we had half a page of notes. Most of them Elizabeth, due to the fact that her all time favorite show had been Supernatural, that of which, I had always been scared to watch. Seeing how the reality of it was happening to me anyway, it shouldn’t be to intimidating anymore.
“What is this Supernatural show you were talking about,” Michael seemed intrigued.
“Two guys, fight against evil or out of the norm problems,” she replied.
“Do they ever finish…like does it keep on returning?”
“Yes, it seems as when they think their problem had been solved, it just comes back again. Like there was something they forgot to do.”