"Get back here you little coward!" he screamed. I was hiding behind the house, trying to catch my breath. Barely turning the corner, I shot at him. Not a bullet. I shot a fire ball at him. Aside from a singed jacket, it had missed him. I mumbled under my breath, before he shot something at me. Poison. I just barely missed it. One hit of that thing, and I was a gonner.
"Hey! In the house, now!" my mother called. I rushed inside before he could hit me again. Ten year olds fighting like twenty year olds. Inside, I sat on the couch and was ready for her lecture.
"You need to stop getting into these fights with him! Every day you go outside and the same thing happens! You see each other at school, when you are supposed to be training, and when nobody is looking, you battle! One of these days, one of you is going to end up dead and I really don't want to have a memorial for my ten year old daughter!" I looked down and sighed. I hated Seto. With everything I had. Why? He was a jerk. He had been mean to me since we were six. Then, it was simple things like throwing pebbles at each other and one or both ending with a black eye. Now, it was us fighting with fire, poison, ice, and anything else we could muster. Yes. It had gone from us wanting the other hurt, to wanting the other dead.
Though I hated to admit it, I got sort of a thrill out of these fights. The adrenaline rush, the danger. It was all so riveting. The possibility that I might actually get to finish him of, was the frosting on the chocolate cake.
"I've made up my mind. We are moving. I'll call a U-Haul truck and we already have boxes all around here. I'll get you a couple then pack your room." Since my dad was long gone, my mom made all the decisions. I couldn't argue with her. Still, I sat still.
"Charity. Now." Sighing, I got up and went into her room where the boxes were stored. Grabbing two, I carried them to my room. Though I packed, I did it sluggishly. A brand new school. Knowing nobody. Probably no magic school. A new life.
That thought got me thinking more. A new life. Maybe I could try out being a normal girl. Going to a normal school. Sure, I still had my magic, but I could also control it. That was the first lesson I learned. I could pack it away like I was doing to my room. Soon enough, I was packing at racing speeds. Though I would miss the thrill of the fights, I also wouldn't have the chance of dying daily. Yes. This was going to be perfect. I would never have to see Seto again, so in my eyes, he would be dead. Dead to me.
Seto. What kind of name was that anyways? I hadn't thought about it much before, but I started to remember that a group of students in kindergarden had given him that nickname. Why? I couldn't remember. Then I remembered the first days of school. The teacher called a name and he replied back with 'Call me Seto'. Ryan? No. Rydell? No. Ryder! That was it. Ryder Klinton.
Seto Sorcerer, as he was referred to at magic school, or Ryder Klinton, he was still going to be out of my life forever. Soon enough, I was done packing and sitting in the car with my mom, driving off to a new destination. To a new life. A slightly more normal one. At least, that's what I thought. Hoped for. Though I didn't know that in a few years, the past would catch up to me. And it was going to it me with full force.