Angel's POV
All of my life, it's been pretty much very normal. With school, home, and learning some new spells. As a wizard myself, we have to keep our gift, a secret. There's nothing worse than confronting a witch. Ohh...! Just thinking about those ogres gives me the chills! The magical setting in our family wizard lair is deep in a closet. To tell you the truth, it's rather large! If you open my closet door (which is the entrance to the wizard lair) it will just be a normal clothing closet. But if you cast a certain spell on it, the closet is now the wizard lair. My dad, Miguel is the full family wizard. One day, my brother Tyler, my sister Rosella and I will battle to claim the name as Full Family Wizard. That's a big deal in our family! "Yo Angel! Where're you?!?!" I hear from behind the wizard lair door. My eyes widen. No one is supposed to know I'm in here! "In here!" I Tyler call out. I guess I can trust my older brother. Ross enters enchanted room with his usual smirk. "So, who else knows you're in here?" Can't he tell? "No one except for you and Rosella." Our youngest sister, Rosella is a bit mischevious. "Let's let her sumali the party then!" Tyler takes his ebony black wand and waves it. Suddenly, Rosella appears in front of us! "Hey! Who brought me in here?" I immediatley point at Tyler. "I did. So what?" Rosella puts her hands on her hips. Dad was right! Our sister does act like our dead mom! Oh that? It's a long story. Alexandria Martinez, our mom, died in a serious magic incident. It involved witches. Man do I hate witches! We all despise them! I place pitch black hair in front of my shoulders. That's my usual, fifteen taon old look. "Don't you understand that we're not supposed to use magic in the lair when dad's not around?" I point out to Tyler. He's such a rebel! Tyler does whatever he can to get us in trouble. Rosella, on the other hand, is a sweet girl but is likely to messe up on her spells. So, as wizards living in the state of Pennsylvania in the city, we have to be very cautious with our magic. "I don't know about you guys but," I get up from the maroon chair I was sitting on. "-I'm going for a walk in the forest." "Don't bump into witches!" Rosella and Tyler warn me. "How likely is it to find a witch in Pennsylvania?" Unlikely.
All of my life, it's been pretty much very normal. With school, home, and learning some new spells. As a wizard myself, we have to keep our gift, a secret. There's nothing worse than confronting a witch. Ohh...! Just thinking about those ogres gives me the chills! The magical setting in our family wizard lair is deep in a closet. To tell you the truth, it's rather large! If you open my closet door (which is the entrance to the wizard lair) it will just be a normal clothing closet. But if you cast a certain spell on it, the closet is now the wizard lair. My dad, Miguel is the full family wizard. One day, my brother Tyler, my sister Rosella and I will battle to claim the name as Full Family Wizard. That's a big deal in our family! "Yo Angel! Where're you?!?!" I hear from behind the wizard lair door. My eyes widen. No one is supposed to know I'm in here! "In here!" I Tyler call out. I guess I can trust my older brother. Ross enters enchanted room with his usual smirk. "So, who else knows you're in here?" Can't he tell? "No one except for you and Rosella." Our youngest sister, Rosella is a bit mischevious. "Let's let her sumali the party then!" Tyler takes his ebony black wand and waves it. Suddenly, Rosella appears in front of us! "Hey! Who brought me in here?" I immediatley point at Tyler. "I did. So what?" Rosella puts her hands on her hips. Dad was right! Our sister does act like our dead mom! Oh that? It's a long story. Alexandria Martinez, our mom, died in a serious magic incident. It involved witches. Man do I hate witches! We all despise them! I place pitch black hair in front of my shoulders. That's my usual, fifteen taon old look. "Don't you understand that we're not supposed to use magic in the lair when dad's not around?" I point out to Tyler. He's such a rebel! Tyler does whatever he can to get us in trouble. Rosella, on the other hand, is a sweet girl but is likely to messe up on her spells. So, as wizards living in the state of Pennsylvania in the city, we have to be very cautious with our magic. "I don't know about you guys but," I get up from the maroon chair I was sitting on. "-I'm going for a walk in the forest." "Don't bump into witches!" Rosella and Tyler warn me. "How likely is it to find a witch in Pennsylvania?" Unlikely.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in ipakita business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived sa pamamagitan ng his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived sa pamamagitan ng his elderly father, Pop Tart.
Shaun
I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.
It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.
Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil palda and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.
She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.
I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable pag-ibig as she told her something.
Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.
It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.
Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil palda and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.
She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.
I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable pag-ibig as she told her something.
Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
Shaun
About an oras after she called me, I was still sitting there. Unresponsive.
The phone rang again. I forced myself to pick it up.
It was Serena. She was crying.
"I couldn't do it," she said, before hanging up again.
Serena
I couldn't do it. As soon as I was out of the clinic, I drove home. When I'd parked my car, I couldn't hold the tears back.
I looked up, shocked. I had gone to my mother's house.
I stumbled out of the car, and my mother came running out. I collapsed in her warm arms, still sobbing.
Kate
I hear my daughter. Crying. I run outside, and hug my angel, my little angel.
I don't try to make her tell me what's wrong. She'll tell me when she wants to. I know her that well.
About an oras after she called me, I was still sitting there. Unresponsive.
The phone rang again. I forced myself to pick it up.
It was Serena. She was crying.
"I couldn't do it," she said, before hanging up again.
Serena
I couldn't do it. As soon as I was out of the clinic, I drove home. When I'd parked my car, I couldn't hold the tears back.
I looked up, shocked. I had gone to my mother's house.
I stumbled out of the car, and my mother came running out. I collapsed in her warm arms, still sobbing.
Kate
I hear my daughter. Crying. I run outside, and hug my angel, my little angel.
I don't try to make her tell me what's wrong. She'll tell me when she wants to. I know her that well.
Shaun
Three months later, we were apparently "an item".
She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, you know you want to" tsokolate brown eyes.
I paid attention to her every move, her every word.
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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and sinabi she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.
Nothing else mattered.
Three months later, we were apparently "an item".
She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, you know you want to" tsokolate brown eyes.
I paid attention to her every move, her every word.
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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and sinabi she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.
Nothing else mattered.
