As I approached the field, I realized that there was still no one there.

 “That’s odd,” I said. I stared up into the sky. Large trees towered above me, branches shaking under the wind’s force and the groups of birds that were jumping from them. Shafts of bright sunlight shone through the leaves, blinding me. I felt the intense heat on my face grow, and the white and yellow sunlight began to become even brighter. The birds chirped symphonies of joy as they fed their young. I didn’t even realize that I was still walking until I felt my head bounce off of a cold stone wall. I felt stupid. How did I walk into a wall? I thought.

I looked straight ahead. I hadn’t hit a wall. It was something else. I’d bumped into a person. Quite a large person if you ask me. The boy was about a head taller than I. He wore a necklace that had a skull and crossbones on it and wore soccer cleats and gloves. He was staring furiously down at me.

“I’m guessing you’re a goalie?”

“Yeah, and I’m guessing that you’re dead meat!” he countered. He reached out his stubby hands toward my neck.

“Hey!” a voice yelled. Suddenly, there was a flash. It was very quick, but I saw it. The boy in front of me stumbled, and fell. Just as a girl about my age arrived beside me, the fat boy got up.

“Huh? What just—“he looked at me. “Oh, okay! You’re going to hide? Fine. Buford will get you anyway!” And he stormed off. The girl turned to me.

“Hi! I’m Elle,” she said.

“Hi, Elle. My name is Zane. Uh, thanks for, whatever it is that you did. I don’t know what it was, but, thanks!” I felt a flicker of attraction buzz between us. She smiled.

“You’re welcome.” Just at that moment, another girl ran to join us.

“What happened to Buford, Elle?” she asked.

“I, um, don’t know. Kate, this is Zane.” She stuttered.

“Hello Zane! I’m Kate.” She outstretched a hand to me. I grasped it tightly and shook it. I swear that for the moment that I shook her hand, smoke was rising off of my skin. She quickly pulled her hand away. “Uh, nice day today, right?”

“Yeah, it is.”

An awkward silence protruded between us. “Do you know Nick Lemalf?”

I hesitated. “Yes, why do you ask?”

“He’s my friend. He told me that he bumped into you on the last day of school and lost his book, do you happen to have it.”

Once again, I hesitated. “I don’t think so… what did it look like?”

“It was a big, brown book, and was leather-bound. It had a lock on it and had a title that looked a little worn away. The pages were ruffled and old… it looked like someone had spilled tea on them. Have you seen it at all?” she asked, worriedly.

“No, I… sorry I haven’t seen it around, I’m—” I paused. “I don’t have it.”

“He’s lying, I know it. He’s—” Kate said.

“KATE!” Elle exclaimed. She cleared her throat. “Um, well, I guess I’ll see you around?” she said innocently.

“Well, I, uh, yeah you… I mean I… see you, la… late… bye.” I said idiotically. I sounded so stupid!

She just smiled and said, “Okay. Well, bye Zane.” And her and her friend Kate walked off.

I turned away and began to walk to the bleachers. She’s hot! I thought as I walked. When I reached the bleachers, I laid my stuff down on the top bench. I sat down next to it. As I pulled on my shin pads, I caught a glimpse of Elle sitting next to Kate on the other bleacher. They seemed deep in conversation. Kate seemed angry. Her eyes flared what looked like a bright red for a moment until Elle tapped her knee and unsubtly nodded her head toward me. She knew I was watching. Kate’s eyes flickered to me and back. I looked away, pretending I was watching what was happening on the field ahead of me. There was a boy that looked about nineteen standing in the semi-circle. He was juggling a Fifa 07 ball on his thighs.

“You don’t think I can volley?” I heard him say to the guy next to him. “Watch me!” He bounced the ball off of his thigh once more, off of his chest, and begin to fall to the ground next to him. Then, he blasted it, while it was in midair with his right foot. It flew through the air toward the other bleacher. But not just toward it, but toward Elle. “Heads up!”

“ELLE! WATCH OUT BEHIND YOU!” I yelled. She saw it from the corner of her eye. Her brown hair picked up an invisible breeze and jumped into the air as if it was being pulled by a powerful static charge. I looked at her hands. They moved furiously, as if she was quickly typing away at a keyboard. Everything wavered for a second, outlined in a blue kind of nimbus. Then, in that split second, the world swirled in a vortex, shimmered, and shook.

“You don’t think I can volley?” a familiar voice said. I turned my attention to the field. There was a nineteen year old boy juggling a Fifa 07 ball on his thighs. “Watch me!” Through my peripheral vision, I saw Elle and Kate both shift sideways a bit on their seats. I fully turned my head to see them. A Fifa 07 ball hurtled through the air. “Heads up!” The ball smacked on the bleacher about an inch away from Elle’s head and bounced to the ground. She turned her head to face me. Then, after staring for a good ten seconds, she walked off toward a large tree with Kate.

“What happened?” I whispered.

“I almost pegged that chick yo!” the teenager laughed to his friend. “Yo, kid! Dude on the bleachers, can you get our ball?”


“Yeah, you!” he said. I jumped off and grabbed the ball. Throwing it into the air, I kicked it to them. It sailed in a perfect arc and landed on the ground right in front of them. I turned to where Elle had been sitting. I sniffed the air. It smelled like peppermint and cotton candy… my two favourite scents. I recalled the scene that had just occurred.

“The scent of magic…”

The End

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