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Okay, so here it is, let me begin my first post after the first post, a story.
The "perhaps slightly magical" story of Thomas Bard (Or whatever name we shall give him)
Thomas Bard was lying on a patch of grass at the local park when the first star appeared in the sky. The morning star, or the evening star, it was called both, despite not being a star at all. Thomas wondered why the sun wasn't called the afternoon star. After all it must have more claim to being called a "something" star than Venus. The sky gradually darkened and the final vestiges of the sun that had tinged the cottony white clouds red and gold disappeared as well. More and more stars were slowly becoming visible. A couple walking their dog walked past. Thomas smiled at them. The couple smiled back. "It's getting dark. You probably should head home. It's dangerous for kids to be out in the dark," said the man as they walked past. Thomas was slightly annoyed. It wasn't the first time he'd been treated like a child, but it never got easier. He was very slightly built and small for his age. At 15 he looked no more than 12 or 13. But, he thought, he might as well head home. There was nothing to do here anyway. It was the holidays, and he had nothing to do. He'd never had many friends and the one friend he had, his best friend - Benjamin, had moved away last year. He walked home slowly, stopping to check out the new games at the local electronics shop. The store clerk knew him by name, but wasn't pleased to see him because he never bought anything. It wasn't that he didn't want to buy things, but that his parents couldn't afford to. His father was a laborer and his mum had worked as a librarian at the library two suburbs over, and when they shut it down, she'd lost her job, so their family was currently having to make do on one laborer's salary, not that they'd ever lived luxuriously. The clerk was talking to some other customer about a Blu-ray player that had stopped working. "I'm sorry sir but the warranty has.....", Thomas heard the clerk say as he moved from aisle to aisle. Thomas could see the clerk from where he was standing. As he looked closer, the whites of one of the clerk's eyes seemed darker than the other. As he kept staring it got darker and darker until it was completely jet black. the iris also changed from brown to acid yellow. The eye slowly, but definitely turned to look at Thomas. Thomas was terrified. He looked at the other customer. He was still arguing about his blu-ray player, and appeared not to have noticed anything strange with the man in front of him. Thomas rubbed his eyes and looked at the store clerk again. This time there was nothing strange about his eyes. "I've been watching way too many horror movies" Thomas thought to himself. He hurried home. When he got there he saw that there were new people moving in to the house next door. "Ben's house" he thought. The moving-van was nearly empty with just a few boxes left. He looked closer at them. There was a box labelled "Magic Miscellanea DO NOT TOUCH." Thomas was intrigued by this box. He edged closer and closer to it. "Oi!" He suddenly looked back to see a girl his age standing at the front door of the house. How unlucky that he hadn't heard the door being opened. He usually had great hearing. "What are you doing?" said the girl. She stormed to the van. "Oh...hi...I-uh-I live n-next door" he said pointing to his small two bedroom house, "um...I wasn't-I mean-I didn't...I was just curious about this box. Are your parents magicians?" "Neither of my mothers are magicians." said the girl angrily, "and you'd better keep to your own business." "Mothers? Plural?" said Thomas. The girl looked even angrier. She was practically fuming at him. Just then, a kind-looking woman appeared from the house and walked up to them. "What's happening, Aelita?" asked the woman. "He was snooping through our stuff. "I w-wasn't" said Thomas, stuttering,"I was just c-c-curious about the box that says magic, and she...she said that you weren't magicians." Aelita looked at her mother, almost apologetically. "Is that right?" said her mother matching her gaze. Thomas thought he saw her shake her head ever so slightly, but he couldn't be sure. "We're just hobbyists." said Aelita's mother, smiling. "Well, we'd better move these boxes into the house quickly. The van-men are coming in half an hour. It's been a pleasure meeting you...uh-" "Thomas" Thomas put in. "Thomas." finished Aelita's mother. "I guess we'll be seeing each other. Goodbye for now." Thomas took his cue to leave and mumbled his farewell. When he reached his front door, he looked back, but both of them were already in the house which occurred to him as strange although there was no reason to. As he walked in through his front door, his mother called out "You're late, Thomas Ward. The dinner's already in the fridge. Heat it up." She was often busy nowadays looking for a new job. Later lying in his bed, he realized why he had thought the event strange. He hadn't heard the door open or close in any of the times they should have. "I must have just missed it." he thought as he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep. It had been a strange evening.
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