{Kelsey P.O.V}
I swear to God. I hate Jacob, my little brother. He made a mess in the house, paint splashed against the walls, furniture scattered throughout the flat. Dad and Jill will kill me. Especially since I was supposed to be home thirty minutes ago, that's the time his nanny clocks out. I thought I could chill with my friends for a few minutes before coming home. It wouldn't make a big difference, but it did. I took off my shoes and hung my coat before I fully entered the living room area. The couch's pillows laid all over the place and the tv smoked. I couldn't believe my eyes, it was a mess.
"Jacob!"
His laughter could be heard throughout the apartment. He ran into the living room with a broad smile on his face. The first thing I noticed was that he had a wand in his hand. I don't know if it's dad's or Jill's, either way, a wand in the hand of a child is dangerous and even more dangerous if the child isn't blessed with magic yet. My big sister alarms ticked. He could kill himself or me.
"Jacob, give me the wand,"
I asked. He stared at me in silence, then he shook his head. "No," the six-year-old spat.
This both scared and worried me. I ran after him but he ran away. He was hyped up and very fast. He ran into dad's office. Which was also a mess. His papers laid all over the place, his files, his furniture. This isn't good.
Jacob stood behind the curtain. He probably didn't think that I'd know exactly where he'd be, but I did so I made my way slowly over the to curtain. I didn't want to alarm him before he makes an even bigger mess. I reached the curtain and quickly pulled it opened it. He giggled and the wand lit up and next thing I knew I was blasted by it. He gasped and dropped the wand. He must've thought that he hurt me because he ran away. Thank God. I picked up the wand and went up to dad's room and placed the wand on their bed.
I turned around and looked directly in their mirror and screamed the second I saw it. My pitch-black hair was hot pink. Hot fucking pink. I hate pink.
"JACOB!" I love Jill's child but he drove me insane and I couldn't take it anymore.
"KELSEY!" my father called from the living room and I was just as livid as he was.
I rushed over to him with tears streaming down my cheeks. "I HATE THIS! I HATE YOU AND I HATE JILL," I let it all out in one breath and sighed, "dad. I got the calling this year and I'm moving to Meledsan, I'm moving into mom's old house. It's mine anyway,"
My dad remained silent. It seemed as If though he didn't have anything say so he nodded his head. He opened his arms and I walked over into his hug. He kissed me on my head and pretty soon we could feel Jacob's little arms forming a group hug. I giggled. I love that child so much. I released the hug to kiss him on his forehead and picked him up.
"He found one of your wands and went crazy. I just came from school and found this mess,"
Dad sighed. He already seemed tired and now he has to deal with this mess as well but maybe there's a spell that can clean this mess up. The thought of finally being able to use magic made me excited, I've been studying it through the books and mainly from mom's grimoire and I even know what I want to major in. The book has many useful tips that I can't wait to try. Many witches pass down their grimoire from generation and mom made sure that I get the book I so deserve.
She had it in a box titled, For Kelsey, I was supposed to open it when I get to practise real magic but dad gave me the box when I was six.
No one knew what was in that box, not even dad and it has nothing to do with him too. Now I'm going to move to Meledsan and live in mom's old home. Maybe that will bring us even more closer.
Dad did know a spell to make it disappear and had the mess restored to its original state, as for my hair? Unfortunately, it couldn't be fixed and I'm starting school soon. I don't want to walk around campus looking like a clown.
I tried magic. I tried washing it. I tried dying it back to my mom's natural hair colour but nothing worked. I've lost her black hair and this wasn't sitting well with me.
I gave up. There was nothing that could remove the pink hair and I was going to have to work with it.
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