2: Letter and a Party
Carey stared at the letter. A bright red wax seal was staring him in the face. His head was starting to spin; This envelope could belong to anyone. He thought as he brushed off the feathers that had clung to his shirt. Yea, I could be hallucinating right now. This yellowed envelope is just a piece of my imagination. Even so, Carey picked up the letter and dropped it on the top of his desk. Carey dived under the sheets and lay there wondering about the letter. After what seemed like hours passed, it suddenly hit Carey that this letter was going to change his entire life. Literally. The letter apparently zoomed off the desk and smacked him across the face extremely hard. Reality sprung back into Carey's mind and time came back to take it's toll on him. His stomach started to growl as he sat up rubbing his bright red cheek. He stared at the letter and questions popped in and out of his head and some swam back. What if my family finds out? What about my school life? What about Caty? How will everyone else feel about this? Is this letter really for me?
The last question was relatively easy to answer, because when he turned the letter over and his name shone bright and black on the other side with an address.
To Mr. Carey Ting
The Third Bedroom
9 Raymond Ave.
Surrey
Mixed feelings just began to burst out when he heard the door downstairs slam. "We're home!" yelled the family downstairs. Carey quickly shoved his letter in his desk and ran downstairs. "Are you mad at us for coming home so late?" said Charles. I stared at him and in an instant, thoughts dashed through. I wondered if he was a wizard and why would he hide it from me. But the moment didn't last long, for as fast as the thoughts came they disappeared into nothingness. "Nope." Carey said. "I'm guessing you did it on purpose to enrage me." Charles looked puzzled at first, but the expression quickly changed back to a smile. "Okay you guessed right and for that..." Charles said as he searched the brown grocery bag, "You get this." He pulled out a brightly colored hair pin with a flower as a decoration. Carey looked at it with curiosity and took it. "What's this for?" he asked. "If you get a girlfriend give it to her, and you can hear her talk and you can listen with this." his brother said as he pulled out a necklace with a ring, "Put the ring near your ear and you'll be able to hear anything she says." Carey stared at his brother and then at the ring and managed to say thanks. "So what's for dinner?" Carey said as he pocketed the items.
Days dashed through, and Carey's birthday came. Kids were running, screaming, laughing, and having the time of their lives. The adults were talking a lot, yet you could only catch bits of their conversations like, "He's a good boy." or "Vittorio Gassman died today." and maybe the occasional "How's your job? I'm doing excellent." Carey's brother was sleeping on the couch with lots of doodles on his face. The class clown, Jake Ramez, started to doodle on the unsuspecting victim's leg. Another friend was having fun flipping burger patties and playing with fire. One kid was playing the piano and was wooing the girls and the adults. Despite the fact that the party was extremely active, only Carey was sitting alone but deep in thought; inside his own bedroom. All he could think about was the letter and it's contents. Caty snuck upstairs and saw Carey sitting with his back to the door. She made such a dramatic entrance that Carey jumped a bit when he heard the door slam open. "What are you doing sulking up here when you could be downstairs?" Caty asked as she walked up to Carey, "This is your party." Carey didn't say anything, but continued think about the letter. Caty disliked the fact that she was ignored so she grabbed Carey by the collar of his shirt and before he knew it he was being dragged to the party that was residing downstairs.
Once downstairs his mother and father noticed at once and realized it was time for the cake to be taken out. As the lights dimmed, everyone started to sing the "Happy Birthday" song. Soon before the song was finished Jake blew the candles out. Everything was restarted and someone had decided to put duct tape on Jake's mouth so he won't be able to blow the candles. As the song was coming to a close Carey can only think of one thing to be his wish. I wish that none of my friends will think I'm weird because I can do magic. Realizing that the song was over, Carey blew the candles out in one giant breath. The party then resumed when the cake had been finished and only the crumbs and cream remained. Some people started to leave, or at least tried to. For when the front door was opened a strange man dashed in and with a knife and told the people at the party to hand over their belongings.
The kids started to cry and the parents had to reluctantly give up their possessions one by one. Carey watched as the strange man piling the items into his bag. However something had caught his eye. He saw Caty on the staircase with a large wooden rod and was starting to approach the man. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no! He had to think of something and fast. A large glass jar was a couple of feet behind him, if only he could reach it... but it was too late Caty pounced and the man noticed. He knocked her back with his arm and pointed a second knife at her. "Nice try little girl," he said in his raspy voice, "but you'll have to do better than that!" He pulled back his arm and was getting ready to lunge at her. Carey did not think of what he was doing. He was unaware that he had ran in front of Caty just before the man shot his arm forward and for the knife to plunge into her. Carey waited for the pain of the cold steel to meet his muscles and feel the pain go through his body.