Friendship Is TRULY Magic - HiE Story

Punch after punch, kick after kick, harsh words being screamed. It reminded me a bit of the past, when the divorce came around, or when I have got bullied before. So many bad thoughts, the pain, the torture, the humiliation, the past. I wanted it all to stop. This has gone to far, they don't even have a damn reason for this.

The beating lasted not even a few minutes. But the pain felt as if it would last for a few weeks. I knew they had broken my fingers, because when I looked down with a dreary eyesight, the were bent in opposite directions. The pain was major, and I couldn't move. I heard faintly the team, high fiveing and saying what an ass I was for speaking out of turn. Laughing, the turned out of the hallway, leaving me there, broken. My heart soon became angry. I cant believe I couldn't beat them! I had the lead! And I let my guard down, and they won, again.

I tried to get up, pain exploding in my legs from the run. But I didn't care about my legs, I didn't care about the team, I didn't care about ANYTHING! I just wanted to go home, and stay there for as long as possible. It was clear that no body could be trusted at this school. I used the cold, metal bar to get up, which helped a bit so I can regain my stance.

No transportation, again. I had to limp home from the pain in my body. If I thought the walk home normally was long, this was going to suck. I just wanted to leave this earth, no one cared for me anyway! I have an extremely isolated family, non trustworthy friends, jocky bullies, and no one to turn too. The pain and anger made me push farther and farther to the old worn house I called home.

The front door had that moving lock thing on it, but like everything else, it didn't work. I pushed on the door, and it opened. The dang thing didn't need a lock. Just an angry person with a foot. Looking around the empty white house, everything was packed. Forgetting the house, I went up to my room, hoping I could cheer up soon.

Man did I fail on that one. As soon as I opened the door with my good hand, I saw the one thing I had loved on my wall, just hanging there...mocking me.

My guitar.

THOSE ASSHOLES BROKE MY FINGERS AND MADE ME LOSE MY MUSICAL ABILITY! I was crushed. The one last thing I loved in this worn out world, gone. Like every damn thing else. My life was over. There was nothing else to look forward to, or to fix from the past.

Without thinking, I punched my wall with my bad hand.

BAM!

Pain. It sprung through my body like nothing else before. I didn't care one bit, what doesn't kill me makes me stronger I guess. I started gasping in pain, and letting out moans of hurt. Finally, after a few minutes of lying on the floor, killing in pain, I got up.

I sighed. Collecting my thoughts once again, forgetting the broken hand. I lootked over at the fist sized hole in the blank white wall. What the hell was I thinking? Our house was for sale, and I just punched the wall! I sighed again. But before I could finish the sigh, something glimmering and shiny was in the wall? I was confused.

I looked into the hole and saw something that was way out of the ordinary. A dark blue...feather? But what was it for? And why is it in the wall? "Must of blown into the wall while they were building the house." I thought.

But before I could throw it outside into the cool breeze of the mid September day, the feather became even more shiny and became as bright as the sun! I threw it onto the ground and back up, not knowing what was happening.

After seeing the huge bright of light come out of this mysterious feather, everything stopped. I looked around, confused and shocked. What was this?! What the heck was goi-

I couldn't finish the thought before the feather grew and opened. Sudden winds sucked me inside the feather with great force. Screaming as I was engulfed by blackness as if I were on a roller-coaster at midnight. I didn't know what, where, or why this feather was there, but wherever I was going, there was no turning back now...