CHPT1- Magica*Spirits of The North [MSOTN]

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Flashback- —+Until I spot a weird pink aura coming out my window. It wasn’t Easter, nor Christmas, so why is there a light?…I rush to my window, yet the aura disappears.+— I’d have to ignore it. Maybe it was from sleep deprivation and my brain was slowly eating itself. If it did happen to be something paranormal, I don’t need to do anything with it. I’m not into creepy ghost stories and theories. April 5, 26 I stare out the small airplane window given, watching the clouds migrate across the atmosphere. I zone out, thinking about my new life. When we get to Montana, I’ll have a bunch of friends, I’ll be so popular, and I’ll- “Beef or chicken?” The attendant asked. “H-huh?-“ I was caught zoning out. “Ayano pay more attention. You’re always zoning out it’s so unbearable.” My mother yelled. “I’m dearly sorry, she’ll have chicken.” Gosh I don’t like her. … April 6, 26 I reach our new apartment, as my mother is still saving for a house. I find my room to be.. a bit small indeed but if I say anything it’ll be the end of me. The view is just a simple view of the street and a few roofs of buildings, since we aren’t relatively high up but still pretty high. And of course my mother forces me to say hello to the neighbors. I hate the way she acts so nice, it’s like a puppet act to make the neighbors think we are sweet so when she yells at me they don’t call child support. Geez. “Hello Mrs #### and Mr ####, Call me May. This is my beautiful daughter, Ayano.” my mother says warmingly. I wave back shyly. “It’s such a pleasure to meet you May, I would bring my son but he’s busy.” The neighbor replied. Until, he came out the door. He was about my height but just a bit taller, short black hair, pretty regular hoodie and sweats, and just waved back. I didn’t think much about it, until.. “Go play with him. I need to set up.” My mother told me. “That would be wonderful! They could get to know eachother!” The neighbors replied. UUUGHHHH.. The neighbor’s parents were in the kitchen, and I was stuck in his room with him. “Well.. what’s your name?” I asked. “M-Marcus.. it’s pretty b-basic.” he replied. Seems like he was pretty shy. “Nice name. I’m Ayano.” “Hm.. N-nice…Ayano.. is that a Japanese name?” “No not really.. my mother is a bit much.. she never told me what it meant or where it came from but I’ve been guessing all these years it comes from the word annoying.” I replied. “Oh .. t-that’s..horrible.. My parents named me Marcus because when they said it to the nurse I started giggling..”He said. “Aww that’s adorable!” I mocked. “B-be quiet!” He mumbled back. He stared at me for a few seconds, then asked, “Hey? You look a bit different than others. I mean.. Brown and blonde hair, blue and green eyes, oddly colored skin.. Are you okay?” I laughed. “Yeah i’m fine. I dyed some parts of my hair blonde, the blue eye is just a colored contact, my natural eye color is green, and my skin is just a condition called vitiligo. It’s not like I was born that special…” I continued to speak, but I noticed the weird look on his face. It was like he was paying close attention, like this was information to survive a tornado warning. It gave me this weird feeling, yet I quite couldn't explain it. “…And yeah.. so I guess u can say that.” …It went silent for a little. “You awake?” I asked. “O-oh sorry.. I just zoned out I-i guess.. but that’s c-cool..” I look around his room, seeing some Miku figures hidden behind some books on a shelf. "Into vocaloid?" "N-no that's for weirdos! I don't like a-anime!" he responded. "..Its fine if you do, you don't have to call it a weird kid thing. It isn't weird." "...Fine I do." I thought about those words all night, wondering if he saw liking vocaloid as a weird thing how weird could I POSSIBLY BE? I mean, I know like every fandom to exist, you can't tell me one I haven't heard of a little bit. AT least I have a friend, if he thinks I am one to him. Yet his silky hair, with his little confused look, somehow stayed in my head the whole night and drove me absolutely crazy. Do I?.. No I don't. Maybe?... No... ...Yes I do. NO! Ugh fine. ♡