Amber's P.O.V.
I wake up in the shithole that I call my home, noticing that my headphones are still on and my phone is still on the song I always fall asleep to, which is Nightcore's Still Here.
I haul myself out of bed and silently slip into the bathroom, looking at my scruffy reflection. Same untamable blonde hair, same blue-grey eyes, same ghostly pale skin. Nope, nothing's changed.
I look down at the hairbrush in my hand. "Ah fuck it. It's not like there'll be a difference." I mutter, throwing it over my shoulder. I quickly dress in a random ass T-Shirt, jeans, and of course, my purple jacket.
Nobody has seen me without it since I was twelve, which was about the time that I moved in with my drunk ass mom. Except for Betty, of course. I look through my songs and choose one by Nightcore called Headphones. I smile a little bit. Yeah, pretty much sums up my life.
I had no friends back home in Florida. Except my dad and older brother. I miss my brother. He was the one who taught me magic.
Wait, did I say magic? Oh fuck! Ugh...fine. I'm a sorceress. But nobody knows except for my Mom, Dad, and brother. Nobody could ever tell. I look like a normal kid, more or less.
In fact, me being a sorceress is the reason I had to move in with Mom. Apparently, Florida wasn't safe for my family, so my Dad sent me to Washington to live with my mortal mother. I fucking hate her. She drinks. Like, a lot. And she's always hooking up with her stupid boyfriend at night. It's downright disgusting!
Not to mention she likes to make fun of my flaws, like being overweight, and of course, calling me a freak of nature. I would blast her with a firebolt if I could, but she's my cover up. If I did, than the Council would find me. And if that happened, then there's a good chance that they'd find Dad and my brother. And I love them too much for that to ever happen.
I decide to skip breakfast and grab my bookbag. I lightly trace the picture of me and my brother. Funny. We look nothing alike, and our personalities are so different, and yet we have this unbreakable bond. I guess that's what comes with being brother and sister.
I hear my dog, Bruiser whimpering. He's standing by the door, as though blocking me from it. I laugh lightly.
"Sorry, buddy. You can't come to school with me." I say quietly, petting the elderly dog. He closes his eyes happily and nudges my hand.
"It's okay. I'll be back soon." I promise. And with that, I open the door and slip out. Mom should be awake just about...
"AMBER!"
Now.
I rush out to the mailbox and see an envelope with very familiar writing on it. I gasp.
This is from my brother.
Dear Glitter,
I'm sorry I haven't been writing as much as I promised. But don't worry. Dad and I are fine.
Have you been practicing those self-defense spells I taught you? I hope so. Mom gets violent when she's drunk.
Sorry this letter isn't longer. We're really busy relocating.
Much love,
Jimmy/Seto
I smile and tuck the letter securely in my pocket. I really miss Jimmy. He was the best brother and teacher that anyone could ask for. I really hate the fact that I had to lie to Betty about my dad hurts, but oh well. It keeps them safe.
I run off just as my mom comes out of the house in a drunken rage, screaming about how she wishes she had an abortion and that she hates me.
I seriously wonder how she got a job as a high school teacher. As it is, there's barely enough money to buy food and pay the bills. And that's mainly because of my part time job working as a waitress. And yes, I am thirteen. But I look sixteen.
And don't get me wrong, I like my job. It's fun. Sure there are some rude customers, but I've handled rude people before.
I sprint to school, loving the wind in my face. I freaking love running. It's like flying, but on the ground.
"Hi, guys!" I say cheerily as I see my friends. I get a bunch of "Hi's" in response. Cienna keeps looking at my hands.
"Um, Glitter, you have a little marker on your hands." She says. As if on cue, I feel a tickling heat in my palms.
Oh no. Not today. FUCK NO!
You see, when young sorcerers/sorceresses get their full powers, we sometimes have trouble controlling things like that. It's kind of like puberty. For some, it's easy, and for some, it's very difficult.
"Um, yeah, I was working on some sketches late last night and I must have fallen asleep with a marker in my hand." I lie. Halia gives me look like 'Bullshit.' She knows I don't use markers.
"I'd better go wash it off." I say, heading for the bathroom.
Jimmy told me what I should do when my powers come in. He said that if I did a few spells, that I should be okay for a few hours. So I begin with a simple spell, the first one I was taught. I feel a familiar tingle in my fingers and see that they're glowing a silvery-blue. I point at a crayon that someone left on the sink and levitate it with ease.
"Amber!"
I gasp and drop the crayon.
"W-What is it?" I ask shakily. Halia, Cienna and Betty look at me in surprise.
"Are-Are you...Are you a sorcerer?" Betty asks in wonder. I look away.
"N-No, that's ridiculous!" I say. Halia smiles.
"Come on, we all know you're a horrible liar." She says. I sigh. "Fine. And the correct term is sorceress." I say. Betty's eyes gleam and she hops up and down like a small child.
"Can you show us some magic?!" She squeals. I smile.
"Uh, sure." I say. They stand and gasp as I close my eyes, and blue flames erupt from my palms.
"Who taught you sorcery?! It's so cool!" Cienna says happily. I smile sheepishly.
"My older brother Jimmy. He was the best." I say, a hint of sadness creeping into my voice. "Wait a sec. Is this why I never got to meet your family?" Halia asks. I shake my head.
"No, I haven't seen Jimmy or Dad in a year. I'm just ashamed of my mother. She's kind of a drunkard." I admit. Cienna looks at me with wide eyes.
"Then why do you live with her in the first place?! Why aren't you with your brother and Dad?! You seem like you were happier with them!" She exclaims. I sigh in frustration.
"My mother is mortal. Very, very mortal. So Dad and Jimmy sent me to live with her for a cover up. It's worth it if I keep our family safe." I explain. Betty has sadness gleaming in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Amber. You were torn from your family. I don't know WHAT I would do if I was taken from Mitch and Jerome."
Betty and Halia are the lucky ones. They're related to famous YouTubers. Well, Betty only sort of. But she looks like Mitch sort of. Except for her gold eyes. But they remind me of the bacca.
"It's okay. Jimmy promised he would come back soon. And he's never lied to me before." I reply, pushing my thoughts away. She smiles.
"And don't be afraid. We'll keep your secret." She adds, as though reading my mind. I smile.
"Thanks."
So yeah. I'm a sorceress now. I'm going to have a bunch more chapters including her and Jimmy and shit.
Firebolt!
-Glitter the Sorceress