There was a small town next to a large lighthouse with a bowling alley, basketball courts, a city pool, and more fun looking buildings. A harbor with only three or four bobbing boats was next to a large bridge that led to the town. I turned the page.
Bored of not being able to freely do magic without humans noticing? Need a vacation? Come to Milonia, a special island discovered by Dr. Harris and reserved just for MLCs. I turned to the next page, with a picture of large cabins in different colors that were close to the edge of the island and had a very good view of the ocean that seemed to go on forever. In front of most of them were “Reserved” signs in the bright shades of green grass. Behind them stood a huge lighthouse barely taller than the mountain on the front cover.
“See that yellow cabin second closest to the lighthouse?” Justin asked, and jabbed his finger on the pamphlet. I looked at where he was pointing. The cabin was a lemon yellow with many windows. It was pretty small in length, but was very wide. There was a large porch the stretched the size of the front with a few potted plants. “That’s one’s ours. It has four rooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, living room, and a game room that has a pool table! They call the spot right there,” he pointed to a ledge close to our cabin and another green one, “Sunset Ledge. They call it that because it has the best sunset view.” I turned the page again and stared at the pictures of each cabin in turn and information about each. I skipped that page and fixed my gaze to the next, explaining about the fun activities. Above showed pictures of people playing basketball, soccer, archery, and tennis.
Need something to do when you’re bored? Here in Milonia, we have many sports for you to play including soccer, basketball, baseball, tennis, swim, and more! We also have many trails, archery contests, biking races, and even a fitness center! For more info, email our website, call us, or ask at our sports shop.
“W-w-when are we going?” I asked. Casey explained, “We’re moving in two weeks. Mom said we’re packing tomorrow and that you’d have to stay away from your friends.”
“No she didn’t!” I snapped, and my mother stopped at a red light and hit my sister lightly on the shoulder. “Be quiet. I said you have very little time to play with your friends. I’ll let you on the computer so you can start writing letters to them about you moving and all.”
“Why are we moving? Our house is okay! Dad still has his job!” I snapped hoping mom would suddenly change her mind, which wasn’t likely.
“I just have this feeling.” she explained, trying to say it in a calm voice.
“Because of a feeling, we’re moving to some strange place, where none of my friends would be!!!” I shouted, starting to cry, which was rare.
“Madi! We’ve moved before and you’ve never acted like this before. Besides, we found this house right next to Nadili’s house!” Casey soothed, and the tears stopped.
“You did!” Justin shouted then pumped his fist. I would have teased him, but instead, I smiled.
I would at least be with Nadili and Linda. At least I’d be with someone I know. Besides, Nadili was the one who pulled our little group together. Maybe she could pull another one together, and we can start all over.
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Groaning, I tried to brush my light blond hair out, but the brush seemed to hate me. I brushed at a tangle, but after every frustrating stroke, the tangle remained, big and as knotty as ever. Finally, after one hard and fast stroke, the tangle gave up, returning my hair to its usually smooth and softness. Out of the blue, another tangle showed up on the other side. I groaned and slammed my purple hairbrush down on the counter. Casey, hearing all the commotion, grabbed the hairbrush and began tackling the knot. After freeing my hair from any more knots, she put my hair in a pony tail and began to French braid my hair.
“I know you don’t want to leave, but its mom’s decision,” she advised, pulling a pink hair band out of a bathroom drawer and putting on the end of the braid. I looked at her thought the mirror. She was wearing a magenta colored top with lots of sequins in a swirled pattern and a ruffled dark purple skirt that barely passed her knees. Her blond hair with natural strips of brown was in curls and she was wearing dark pink lipstick, which made her, in my opinion, look ridiculous. Her grayish green eyes, identical to mine, keep wandering to my bright yellow shirt with the words ‘Beat the Heat’ in orange and blue shorts.
“You should change your outfit.” Casey said, looking disgusted at my t-shirt.
“Why? I don’t need to look fancy for dinner!” I sighed.
“Just do it!” she growled.
“You look ridiculous wearing that makeup.” I shot back as I began to walk out of the bathroom. She was silent for a few minutes, as she applied blue eye shadow above her eyes, giving her a creepy look.
“That looks crazy too.” I teased, and she sighed.
“You’ll know the importance of makeup when you get older.”
“What importance?” I giggled. My sister rolled her eyes and sighed as if explaining the ‘importance’ of makeup was impossible.
“Casey! Someone’s at the door!” my mom called from the living room. She scrambled to put her makeup away into a magenta colored purse and shot out the door like a bullet. I followed her. When she reached the living room, the first thing I noticed was a very tall guy with black hair brushed to the side talking with my mom. The second thing I noticed was Casey’s suitcase next to the door and a ticket hanging out of a pocket.
“Don’t worry Mrs. Palmer. It’s only for a day. My father owns this nice hotel just out of town, and he gave us a very nice room for free. We’re just going on my uncle’s bus.” the guy said. My mom looked a little worried as she nodded and handed Casey a few crumbled dollar bills.
“Be safe darling, and be back by five tomorrow.” she said quietly, and hugged Casey tightly until she pushed her away, blushing. The guy grabbed her suitcase and put his arm around Casey’s shoulder, leading her out the door. Mom waved at Casey and a few tears fell. Mom was a softy, and usually worried about everything.
“Who was that,” I asked, poking my mom in the hip to stop her from crying.
“Ouch! Don’t do that!” My mom rubbed her side and gave me the I-get-it look. “And that was Michel, Casey’s friend.”
I pretended to cough and said “boyfriend,” softly. Mom sighed, rolled her eyes, and was about to give me a lecture about Casey’s friends who were boys when there was a crash from the kitchen. Justin had gotten into the cookie jar.
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