Dr. Strange's Apprentice
It was around eleven in the morning when Nalini's mother handed her a letter that was addressed to her daughter. It was from a friend who lived across town, the letter read:
Dear Nalini,
I live down the street from a Mr. Stephen Strange now. He is very sick and doesn't like to deal with or talk to anyone, especially kids. It's kinda Strange, like his name.
Your Friend,
Katie
'Stephen Strange, huh? Why does that name sound familiar,' Nalini thought, sitting on the railing of the balcony.
She hadn't thought about him since last year, when she moved. Dr. Strange was one of her closest friends and he taught her so much about magic. It was a shame she hadn't contacted him since then. Nalini went inside and sat at her desk, pulling a piece of paper from the top left hand drawer of the desk and grabbing a pen from the cup on the top shelf. The letter read:
Dear Dr. Strange,
I'm so sorry about not contacting you before now. I heard you were sick. Are you alright? Do I need to come back?
Your Magical Student,
Nalini felt better the next day and the day after that, she got a letter in reply. The letter read:
Dear Nalini,
I have been sick, just a cold though. Butterflies can see red, green, and yellow. You don't have to come back. Butterflies have exoskeletons. Nice hearing from you again.
Your Magical Teacher,
Dr. Stephen Strange