EPILOGUE - Magica*Spirits Of The North [MSOTN]

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[Note: The story is HEAVILY scratchified (aka changed) since the original is very non scratch friendly. If the text has ¥ around it, that means it has been changed to be more friendlier.] “Oh god.. how do I start?” APRIL 2, 26 Dear Diary, I miss NJ. Even though it is pretty crowded, I couldn't remember my expression when my mother spoke the words.. “We’re moving.” My mom told me. “W-What?! W-Why?” I yelled back. “My new job is making us move there. It’s a simple step in life you’ll have to get used to it.” “But what about my friends and all my-“ “Shush. You’re just a child. Children can’t have opinions. I’m your parental guardian, LISTEN TO ME.” I don’t really know how to make this interesting, so just know my name is Ayano. Anyways I lied. I don’t even have friends. My mother is a bit strict if you couldn’t tell.. Well she never used to be. My dad ¥recently died in an accident,¥ but my mom never told me what it was.¥ A car crash? A murder? Or something else?¥ Geez it’s way too much. Well I’ll take this as a win. I’m already failing at school, and the popular girls won’t stop picking on me. Maybe my mother is right. Maybe I should listen to her and just take a deep breath and.. relax. …Last day of school for Ayano. APRIL 3, 26 “God you’re so pathetic!” A girl says pushing me against a locker. “You’re so weak just give up already! Moving is such a big excuse.. It’s not like the honesty will stop.. Everyone will hate you. It’s the truth. Sorry!” Laughing while I helplessly laid against the bright red lockers with my backpack thrown on the floor after my collapse. Passerby’s stared into my eyes either with pure empathy or pure comedy. It’s not like they’d help anyways. “Just leave me alone..” I say, trying to speak while her foot striked against my chest. I reach for my backpack but her friends kicked it farther. They all started recording my soulless face, I was holding in tears while they get more views. “Go and reach for it! Fetch!” She threw my backpack across to the other side of the hallway. I had no other choice, but I needed to get to class. As I reached for my backpack, crawling desperately at the ground she pulled my hair like I was a feral animal and my hair was the leash. “Cmon, doggy! Bark!” …In class. It’ll all be over tomorrow, I tell myself. Just one more day in this burning jail and I’ll start a new legacy. Nothing will go wrong, right? …At the end of the school day. I rush to my apartment, hoping they never saw me. It’s such a relief to fall face flat on my bed, absorbing the comfort and just screaming into a pillow. Last day. Last day. Last day. Last day. I need to breathe. Until I spot a weird pink aura coming out my window. It wasn’t Easter, nor Christmas, so why is there a light? No one in my neighborhood even cared enough to decorate for any holiday. I rush to my window, yet the aura disappears. ♥︎