The Magic Within
an excerpt

I stood in my ipod sized bedroom and looked around at the wallpaper that didn’t know whether to stay or leave with its tattered corners and half removed flaps. I wasn’t sure what to do about the wall of boxes with contents that would soon feel like hurricane victims with nowhere to go. At least there was a nice sized window that looked out to the woods behind our new house.

One more move. How many had there been now? I almost lost count. I just hoped that we would stay long enough so I could finish my senior year of high school at one school. This move was compliments of mom’s new boyfriend, Hank, who convinced her that he could give us a good life here in Pennsylvania.

A good life. Hmm. I didn’t know if that could ever be possible again. Mom just hadn’t been the same since dad died when I was eight. It’s like she lost a part of herself that day. He was her world. Heck, he was mine too. He carried the magic with him and it seemed that whenever I was with him, I could touch it too...