Escaping to Magic: Intro

Flowalia crouched down below the windowsill of the towering house, as her sister Samerlian practiced the violin. The cold, clear notes wavered in the chilly air, and Flowalia shivered, not from the cold, but from the music. Flowalia was always jealous of her sister. She was only a few minutes older than her, yet her parents treated her like their ‘good older role model’ for ‘that load of garbage we have’. Of course, her parents never said that, but Flowalia knew that was what they meant.

“I’m so much better than you. Everyone knows that.” was what Samerlian would always say, every time Flowalia said anything relating to being better than her sister.

The reason Flowalia was out there under the windowsill was because she was going to run away. She wasn’t sure why. All she knew was that her parents had been talking about how good Samerlian was at her violin, and how good her grades were, and how Flowalia’s teacher had said that she was a ‘special student’ but she needed some help with her math, and her science, and her social studies, and her language arts, and history, and on and on, until Flowalia couldn’t take it anymore.

Everyone wants to run away at some point, but they never really get around to it, mostly because the people that want to run away are normally little kids. Flowalia wasn’t a little kid at all. She was just a typical 9-year-old. She packed a few PB & J’s, and her warmest clothing plus her coldest clothing, and her favorite medium-temperature clothing, all in a case that was big enough to hold them all yet small enough to not hinder her escape. Also, she brought along her stuffed hedgehog, Squiggles, that she slept with at night.

“Okay. I’m ready to go.” Flowalia breathed, the words making a white puff of warm air in reaction to the cold air around her. “Are you ready, Squiggles?” she asked, pulling the hedgehog out of her case. “Ready! Let’s go!” said Flowalia, moving the hedgehog and talking in a funny voice. “Where do you want to go?”

“I think we should go to find the magic,” replied Flowalia. “And I know just the place!” She put Squiggles back in the case hurriedly and closed it. Then she zipped up her warmest insulated winter coat and, picking up her case carefully, she ran off, taking one last glance at the house she was planning to leave forever.