by Intense Disaster » Mon Aug 27, 2012 12:46 pm
*Fine.*-Isis replied, putting her new ingredients away.-*I'm much better with potions than I am with spells, but I can't think of a way to get a potion into both Mark and Pepper.*-She added.
Max wandered among the busy Moscow, Russia. She didn't know why she chose here, maybe because it was where she had gone with her family many times, before they decided they hated, before the decided she was too different. This was the only place she had good memories with her parents. That was before her sister died. Max had been a twin. Her and her sister were nearly inseparable. One day when they were walking the streets Max and Jen were crossing and a truck came out of no where, Max jumped back in time to be missed, but Jen wasn't as lucky. Max wasn't powerful enough to heal her and she died before any other witch couldn't even think of helping her. Her parents blamed her, asked her why they bothered to train her, to teach her, if she couldn't even protect her family. They threw her out, giving her enough to support her every month, but nothing more, never talking to her, only sending the money into a bank account at the beginning of each month. This actually was normal, for young witches to be abandoned by their parents, for various reasons, but it was hard for Max, knowing that she held the sole blame for her sister's death. But, here, in this city, it was like it had never happened, she could see her sister skipping happily along side her. Her parents holding hands and laughing behind them. Laughing as they yelled for the girls to slow down. Buying them new dresses and Russian dolls. Playing in the white snow, looking at her sister, an exact mirror image of her, with snow flakes in her hair making snow angels.-"What do I do, Jen?"-She whispered to the air before her.
You Are The Result Of 4 Billion Years Of Evolutionary Success.
Act Like It.
I didn't change, you just never knew me.
Whenever I find the key to success, someone changes the lock.
My family is temperamental. Half temper and half mental.
I'm not a toy, you can't just drop me when you get bored.