Rebekah: Majestica: Chapter 2

                I have moved all across the country, even the world. From New York, to Brazil, to Italy, then Africa, then Germany, back to NY, to Montana, then California, then finally to Nebraska, to stay. I have dozens of friends from around the world that I have left.

                Every time we’d move, we’d need a week to pack. That meant an entire week away from friends, the outside, and a week without my bed. It was always the first thing packed. Sleeping on the floor with one blanket in my cold room was not a picnic. No time for goodbyes when boarding the plane. It was all ‘grab the suitcases and let’s go before we’re late’ kind of a thing. It was nice to get a new house once in a while, but I loved our house in Nebraska. I was able to get my own room for once.

                After a long hug, their mom came to pick her up, followed by Saige’s and the twins’ mom. A few minutes later, my mom came and I walked slowly to her black minivan.

                “How was it?” she asked, a hint of sadness in her voice, but I didn’t seem to notice it.

                “Nadili and Linda are moving!” I suddenly blurted, trying to hold back tears. Justin, who was a year older than me and had a huge crush on Nadili, gasped and then sputtered, “Oh yea! SHE IS!!”

                “Sweetie, speaking of moving-,” my mom started, but I continued to spill, “They’re moving next week and I won’t see them again and their mom has a Gmail account but she uses it for work and they have no house phone and-.”

                “Sweetie, we’re moving too!” my mom shouted, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. I was left there, my mouth hanging open, about to complain even more about the sorrows of Nadili moving.

                “W-w-where?” I stammered my voice so quiet I thought she couldn’t hear.

                “We’re moving to a small island just off the coast of Florida. It’s called…Molinia…something like that…?”

                “It’s called Milonia mom,” my older sister Cathy corrected, looking at a small pamphlet, “and it’s a special island for MLC’s where they are able to do magic freely without anyone else knowing. They’re cabins, a small town, and even a large zip line.” She handed the pamphlet back and I stared at the picture on the front: a small island about the size of two large cities with a large tree covered mountain with lots of fun looking trails. Just barely hidden in a patch of trees were ancient ruins, obviously from the middle ages. With a few sideways glances and close examination, a destroyed watch tower seemed to be there, and even a small part of the entryway. A flag that looked like it was supposed to be yellow was brown from mold and dirt.

                Beside the ruins was a very tall oak tree that looked at least five stories high. The tree looked very old and had leaves many different shades of green. The trunk must have been at least four stories high, and the leaves added an extra story. The trunk was a very dark brown color, unlike the trees surrounding it, which was a tan color.

                A large waterfall that splashed into a small lake that opened up into a river flowed beside of the castle. The water of the waterfall came from the bluest lagoon I had ever seen and looked perfect for canoeing and kayaking.