Colvin

Urgh! You can’t find decent help these days. I think to myself. My newest helper just walked out after three days. It’s not like I’m a creepy stocker who lives in the woods and trains anyone willing in magic. But, I guess it shows what they’re made of. We wouldn’t want a wimp walking around the forest with magic.

I mean, that would make things fair and equal. My last help was an equalist and brought a friend with him. I think they were trying to rob me, but they didn’t get much farther than the gate. Look, I’m not all bad. I just really like the forest, and being alone. Well, for now. My magic mirror {Yes. I have a magic mirror. Don’t laugh.} has been telling me I might find someone soon.

Probably not gonna work. Every opportunity I’ve had I’ve ruined. I started high school, and there was this gorgeous girl, Nova, I think that was her name, but I could never talk to her. Only once was I able to work up the needed courage. I saw her walk up the library steps with her friends, and I told myself if I could do this one thing, my life could be complete. I got that from my dad before he and my mom died.

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They would tell me to “start with the baby steps”. Look where they got me. Expelled, alone, and bored in a scary house in the forest. Wait, where was I? Oh yeah. So she and her friends were studying, and I imagined me walking me walking up and saying something funny; spontaneous. The next thing I knew, the most handsome boy walked up to them and said something to them. They looked like they were considering something, then I blinked, and he was sitting next to her. I saw them together everywhere from them. He was like a barnacle, hanging on to her. That should’ve been me. Soon after that, I got drunk (Chill. It’s hard to see your only love, your first love, being stolen.) and got expelled.

Ever since my parents died, I’d been trying my hardest to stay out of foster care, the orphanage, anything. I needed my freedom. I figured since I was already expelled, it would be convenient if I just disappeared. That’s when I moved to our old summer house in the woods. It real nice, there’s just a lot of memories here. Like the time…

Wait, my therapist said (before I got expelled) that I should focus on the new, and think about the old stuff as least often as possible. I sat up and walk to my kitchen. Food always helps me take my mind off stuff. I look around, and I realize I have practically nothing to eat. I guess I’ll have to go to the store soon.