The instant you picked up the book, you felt a powerful surge, a rush flow through your body. It was not an unpleasant sensation but it definitely felt strange. The feeling passed quickly but it felt you in a strangely placid mood as you opened the cover. "That was odd." Muttering, you said.
"What's odd?" Looking over your shoulder, Megan asked. She looked at the book. "The pages are blank, that is strange."
You rose a single eyebrow. The pages were filled with words but in a language you did not recognize and the pictures seemed strangely out of focus. "Yeah... they're blank." slowly, you agreed. "Maybe its a journal one of my sisters picked up at a curiosity shop."
Just as you closed the cover, you spotted mom walking in. She looked at you and then the book before giving a low sigh. "John, that book belongs to me." Patiently, she said. "Please give it up."
"There's noting on the pages, Ms H." Defending you, Harry said. "No harm, no foul."
"I'm not angry with anyone, Harry." Smiling slightly, mom said. "Relax."
You walked over to mom and took her arm. "Can I have a minute with you, please?" Whispering, you asked. You pulled her out of earshot. "The pages are not blank; what is this?."
"That is a book passed on from mother to daughter." gently, mom replied. "It includes a tradition and a year of training that is a well kept secret among the women of my side of the family."
"Why did you not tell me this before?" handing the book back, you asked.
Mom gave you a sad look. "We knew that you would feel left out, being the only boy in the family." softly, she replied. "We thought it best to simply not talk about it in front of you." she gave you a sad smile. "We will see what happens in a month, okay?"
"In a month?" confused, you asked.
Mom did not answer, she merely sighed and walked away with the book. Worried, you decided to question her more later in private and walked back to your friends.
"Your mom is acting weird, bro." shaking his head, Harry said. "What did she say about the book?"
"It's something passed on from mother to daughter." Honestly, you said. "They didn't speak of it because they thought I'd feel left out."
"So its a girl thing." Smiling, Megan said. "Maybe you don't want to know about it after all."
"Maybe." Wincing, you agreed. You paused then added, "She seemed sad; I wonder why."
You nor your friends noticed that your hair had grown an inch and was a lighter shade of brown.
Later on decide to...
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