The next day, I climbed out the window and sat on the roof. I hardly ever came down. It was comforting up there, just like home. I was above everything, watching the sun rise and set each day. Watching the residents of Hickory Street go about their daily routine. But one day something changed.
One day a boy with dark brown hair came walking down the street. He saw me out of the corner of his eye. He did a double take and realized what he had seen.
"What are you doing up there?" He called.
"Whatever I feel like doing !" I called in a shaky voice. I hadn't talked for so long that I had to get used to the sound of my own voice.
"What's your name?" he asked. I was getting impatient. Why wasn't he leaving?
"Caretta," I answered.
"Last name?" he asked. I wanted to scream at him, but I sustained myself with the knowledge that he would leave soon
. "Hecate McKinley Swant Copernicus Grace," I said.
"Whoa. That makes my name sound tiny," he said. As much as I wanted him to leave, curiosity took over.
"And what might that be?" I asked.
"Blake Triton Dalius Green," he said.
"That's pathetic," I said.
"Hey! Want to come to my house? My parrot just had babies!" he said suddenly.
"I can sit here on the roof or go see baby parrots," I thought, weighing my choices, "Man! My life is weird."
On the way up the path to his house I told him my whole story. Minus the witch part of course.
"Well, I live in that small house up the road with my dad and my sister," he said. By then we had reached the house. When I opened the door I could tell that they weren't the wealthiest people in the world. Three small beds, a small bird perch in the corner, a stove, and a wooden chair were all the small room contained. I was amazed at the fact that there was only one room, but I didn't get much time to take in my surroundings because, out of nowhere, a huge bird flapped down and attacked my ear in a flash of red feathers.
"AHH! Ow! Get your stupid bird OFF MY HEAD!" I yelled.
"Tracy! Get off!" Blake yelled, and the bird fluttered innocently to the bed, where four tiny gray birds sat, blinking in the light from the open door.
"And in case you didn't know, My name is not Tracy!" I said, trying to get the feathers out of my hair.
"I know that. Tracy is my parrot," Blake said. I shrugged and walked over to the babies.
"Why are they gray? Parrots are usually colorful," I said, petting one gently with my finger.
"Those feather will fall out and they will get pretty ones," he said. I noticed some hints of color was already showing in some places.
"Like humans with baby teeth," I said.
"Exactly," he answered. We petted the birds and talked about sports and movies and things until it was time for dinner.
"Oh, I've got to go. I'm going to miss you guys," I said to the babies. I walked out the door and headed for home, when I heard a voice call out "wait!" I turned around in time to see Blake running after me with a baby parrot in his hand.
"Present for you," he said, placing it in my hand and running back to his house. I looked at the parrot and saw that green and yellow feathers were poking through, and he squawked and nibbled on my finger.
"Fisher. That's your name," I said to the baby, as I walked home happily. When I got to my room, I made a bed out of shredded newspaper for Fisher, and I glanced at the calendar.
"WHAT? It can't be! It's already August 19th? I don't have any Hogwarts supplies!" I yelled. Fisher squawked excitedly and hoped up and down.
"I'll think of something," I said sleepily. But I knew I couldn't do it alone.