Magic

Magic. I did not believe in it, at first. Then, I saw some things. I still did not believe it.

I knew then however, deep inside me, that I was lying to myself.

But it just couldn't exist.

Magic was taking my sister away. It was taking a thing I was just beginning to like.

I hate it when something stops me from doing what is normal, what was scheduled; what every body thought I'd be doing.

I didn't know exactly what I was going to say to June, my best friend. She too had a little sister. We had planned for them to be friend, like June and I.

I think a part of me knew all along that it was not possible, that it would not go as planned.

But then June would have seen it was not going so.

Magic forced me to lie. What else could I do?

I hate magic. It took my parents away from me. They were so interested by… all that rubbish.

And where am I in this picture?

Lily always had a lot of things to tell. Always. I had the eyes of my parents on me only the two or three days I got out of school before Lily, at the start of the summer. We talked of my school reports. Nothing very interesting.

I would have liked better to tell them all about June's love stories, for example. She always went on holiday in far away places and came back with the addresses of all the boys she'd met. One year, she had ten. And she never stopped writing to them. She used to say that we ought to meet boys somewhere, and gave me a whole bunch of advise in the matter.

But of course, I wouldn't have told that part.

Magic also stole all that sort of things from me. What would I have said to my boyfriend, that Lily was a witch?

He would not have believed me.

When I found someone, at last, I knew that if I wanted it to work, I ought to get Lily to just go away, no matter how.

Magic took a whole chunk of my life away from me. I had to be happy looking at others living their lives, without any limits. Without magic.

Finally, magic took my sister away. For good. It killed her.

I knew magic wasn't a good thing. That's why I didn't want to believe in it. I didn't' want it to exist.

And now, I've got Lily's son on my arms. I must take care of him. I do not have a choice. The poor boy had no luck being born with magic. The worst quality there is.

I hate magic.

But one day, they will come for him. and I won't be the only one to hate magic anymore.