Magnetised

Magnetised

Her younger sister, Judith, gripped her hand tightly. She was the only person that Macy had trusted with her secret, so far…

“Hurry!” Macy whispered harshly. “We’ll be found!”

“I’m coming,” Judith ambled along behind Macy. “Mum said you shouldn’t be a bully.”

“Shhh,” Macy whispered, ignoring her younger sister.

They had reached the spot. 4 blocks down, a left then two right turns from their small house. Every full moon they would come back to their rendezvous spot. “Do it!!” Judith squealed excitedly. Macy obeyed, excited also. The small lights shimmered and danced around them, bright and happy, lighting up the dark night. Judith giggled jumping and dancing with the lights. Macy was happy she had someone to tell about her powers.

7 years later

“Judith!” Macy screamed. “Where is my blue top?”

“What one?” Judith came and stood in the doorway.

“The one you took from my room! Where is it?”

“I don’t know!” Judith shrugged and walked out the doorway. Macy heard her bedroom door slam behind her. Judith had always had something on Macy. That night, the dark magic. Judith was afraid of her. She sighed and collapsed on her bed. The Montgomery family moved short after the accident. “They needed a change of scenery.” Macy was pretty certain someone had found out about her powers. She wasn’t sure how though, no one had seen them that night, or any other. And her parents were unaware of her powers too. Macy enjoyed moving. She became popular, cool. They had a big house now. A nice one. But Judith still hated her. Macy had gotten her a beautiful necklace for her 13th birthday last week and Judith had completely ignored her. Just like all the other years since the incident.

“Judith!” My mother called. “Your father and I want to talk to you.” Macy could her Judith’s annoyed sigh as she scrambled out of her room. She was probably in trouble again, They happened a lot since they had moved to Bloomwood. Macy tip-toed down the steps, praying she wasn’t too obvious. Macy could hear little snippets of her parents talking to Judith. “How could you do this!” Her mother lectured.

“We’re very disappointed in you.” Macy’s father growled sternly.

“Macy can’t know!” Judith pleaded. “Don’t tell her!”

Macy? What did Macy have to do with this? She frowned. “Of course we won’t,” Macy’s mother sighed. “But it will never happen again!”

“I know!”

Judith scrambled out of the dining chair and charged toward the stairs. Macy panicked and looked down the hall at her bedroom door. She wouldn’t make it in time. Judith would see her and know she was listening to my family’s conversation. About me. Judith had spotted her. “Macy?” Her deep, brown eyes stared Macy down. “W- w-,” Judith waited for me to continue. “Sorry,” Macy eventually let out.

“What for?” She tested me. It angered Macy. Judith knew what she had done.

“You know? Actually I’m not. Why were you talking about me?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I heard my name!”

“Nope.” Judith still stares Macy down, staring into her. She knew Judith knew something, but she wasn’t sure what it was.

Macy twists her foot dramatically, her back to Judith and storms into her room, slamming the door behind her.

“Macy, honey, the door will be locked, OK?” Macy didn’t bother looking up from her book just nodded, waiting for her mother’s presence to leave her doorway. “I love you,” she said.

“Love you mum.”

As soon as the door shut behind Macy’s family, she hurried into the Montgomery family office. It was big, meant to be a bedroom. A big window seat, across one side of the room and a big grand maple oak desk, littered in neatly piled sheets of paper and a huge computer. Macy immediately starts on the locked drawer, wedging the key she found by accident last summer, from the chair leg. She moved speedily, there was a lot of draws and it wouldn’t take long for her parents to eat. They ate fast and quick, almost as if they didn’t like going out. Judith didn’t like going out with their parents either, they could be embarrassing when they wanted to be. Macy fumbled through a pile of checks in the drawer, not paying much attention as her father enjoyed giving money to charity. Her hand fell on something hard, small but not petite. It felt like metal. She frowned and gripped it and then fell in shock. A gun. A gun? Why did her father have a gun? She locked the drawer, not wanting to go any further into the drawer. Macy sat on the chair, and turned the computer on. The computer had been left on a website. Boarding School for Troubled Girls. Is your daughter having trouble stopping her dangerous powers? Smith’s Boarding School for Troubled Girls is the one! She felt like a balloon. Not a happy one, dancing freely in the one a deflating one a popped one. Macy felt like someone had just picked up pin and poked her and took all her air. Her parents knew about her powers and they didn’t want her to have them. They were gonna send her to boarding school.