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The next morning I felt miserable. I didn’t like the day at all. And at school I wasn’t the best student either. I couldn’t concentrate and the teachers were mad at me a lot of times. Sometimes Astrid would stare at me and tried to tell with her gesticulation that I had to follow class. I didn’t want to. My mind wasn’t at it. I just wanted my cards back. I wanted my mom back. I wanted my dad back. I lost everything. I should just die. I’ve nothing anymore either way. When I laid my head on my desk and closed my eyes the teacher began to rage. I couldn’t care less. I wanted to be left alone. I wanted to be alone. The teacher gave up as I haven’t even taken the effort to lift my head up. Astrid shook her head. She could shake it as much as she wanted, I didn’t care. I wanted the day to end. It had to end already. When school ended Astrid took my hand and pulled me aside. She asked me what I thought that I was doing. I told her that I wasn’t paying attention and she raged that she had seen that. She asked me if I wanted problems with the directorate. Of course I didn’t want any problems with them. She said that I had to renew myself and get in lighter spirits. She pulled me to her house and took me to her room. There she took a book on how to perform magic. She pushed me down on the ground and sat down. She said we were going to try out for the fun and I sighed. She took a page and it was about letting a bird appear. I didn’t want to do that. So she flipped through the pages. She came to another page and this could make your thumb lit up like a match without feeling pain. I thought that was interesting but impossible. She read the spell out loud and tried the gesture that had to go with it, but it didn’t work. She was disappointed. I said that I told her that it wouldn’t work. She passed the book over to me and asked me to try it. I sighed and took the book. Without enthusiasm I read the spell plainly and did the gesture. I told her that it wouldn’t work. But when I turned my face to my thumb after I saw her shocked face, I noticed that my thumb was actually on fire. I panicked shook my hand and the fire went out. I looked shocked at Astrid and she looked back, though her face was slightly changing to excited. She grabbed the book and went through the pages and found a spell about freezing an object. She placed a doll in front of me and asked me to freeze it. I read the spell and froze the doll. Astrid became thrilled to a high extent. I always thought magic had died thousands of years ago, but now I am performing magic. It dazzled me. She pushed that book into my hands and took out a bag. All the books on how to perform magic she stashed in it. She gave them to me and said that I have use out of them. She said I had to learn those spells as one day they would be I handy and would save me. She said that she had read that you had to be born with the ability to use magic and that probably one of my parents can perform magic. She said I had to ask my dad to try one out and if he couldn’t than it was my mom who would have been able to use magic. I gawked at her with big eyes. It was so much information in such a short period that I couldn’t comprehend it to the extent that she was telling me. I only took it in without realizing what she meant. When I had dinner with her family she asked her parents if they would want to try out magic. So she gave them a spell and let them perform it. Of course they couldn’t do it. Her parents smiled and asked us to do it too. Astrid tried but failed again. When I got the book, I read the spell wrong so that it wouldn’t work. Astrid looked at me and knew I had read it wrong, but she knew I had too. Eventually, I had to go home. Astrid saw me too the door. And we were talking about hiding my ability for now and as long as we could. Then I left with a heavy bag of books. When I got home, I saw that my father hadn’t arrived yet. I went to my room and began to unload the bag. I took the book ‘Magic for Rookies’ and began to read in it. When the book asked me to try something out, I did and it mostly worked. Because I was so serious about it, it was solid. If I was like Astrid I wouldn’t know what kind of accidents would have happened. I looked at the deck of cards. I rubbed it and began to tell my mother that I could perform magic and that I thought she could too. She was the one who told me stories about magic. I always thought them to be fairy tales, but maybe she lived some of them. If I only knew sooner, we could have talked about it. But when she dies, I was probably too young to know. Little children like to tell everything to a big public. And I know it must be kept hidden, I don’t know why. When I heard my dad entering the house I pushed the books under my bed quickly. Crawled in bed and pretended to sleep. My dad checked on me as he always did. I crawled out of bed and began to study some more about magic. I learned a lot and it increased my knowledge so that I would know more than our history teacher. I grinned and read until it was almost morning and time to wake up.