"Why don’t I have my own conjurator? "I asked to my father again, I can promise, I have asked this question at least for hundreds of time. "I don’t know, son, but I know you just more special from us. " I have heard this answer for hundreds of time too, so I didn’t have any feeling for it. In my world’s history, never have anyone like me, didn’t have any special skill, so stand to reason, everyone in here think I’m a very strange geek, of course, maybe even is my family too.
"Well, son, it’s your time for go home, I’ll come back later. "said my father. "OK…"
On the way to go home, ordinarily, still have a lot of drips use their magic to bullyrag at me. But what can I do? I don’t have any idea for it. "I’m back.. "said I adynamic.
"Oh. "said my mother snappiness "Your dinner is on the table" I walk to the table noiseless, and finish it quietly.
Why? Because I don’t want she found out any reason to penalize me. After it, I climb up to my room and apoise to sleep. Leisurely, I drop off.
After an uncharted time, I wake up inexplicability, but I have a thundery felling. So I rush down to the first floor.
Suddenly, I stop my action, be.. because my parents are turn in the trees!