I said, "Hey! Hey, weird little whiners, I am on a questTo dream the impossible dream.
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah,
I said, "Hey kids, I'm looking for the truth of life.
Where do I go, who do I see?"
They said, "Slow down, mister, in order to find the truth of life,
one must see THE WIZARD!"
I said, "THE WIZARD? Well, where does this wizard, old wise one,
live?"
I'm bored so here's my story so far:
The snow was falling around me as I stood in front of the house. The cold flakes falling against my skin. It sent shivers down my spine. South Lake Tahoe wasn’t my favorite place. Not in winter. Too cold. I’m not a fan of the cold. I’m more of a ‘sit-inside-by-the-fire-while-everyone-else-is-skiing’ kind of person. Well it makes sense. The cold freezes me up, stops even my simplest actions; breathing included. I’m wearing a T-shirt in a place where it’s snowing at least an inch an hour.
“Sitka!” my father called.
“Hm?”
“Get inside! I don’t need to carry you when you’re unconscious!”
“Fine, Dad!” I called as I carried my duffle bag up the steps of the beautiful house.
Dad was frowning.
“What did I do, Dad?”
“You’re standing in the middle of the yard while it’s snowing, in a T-shirt!” he all but yelled.
“Okay. Okay, Dad!” I said to him annoyed as I walked inside and walked to the bedroom that we had already established as mine. It was a queen sized bed in a small master bedroom downstairs. The bathroom was cute but was nothing compared to the master bedroom’s bathroom upstairs. Dad’s room.
The upstairs’ bedroom has a Jacuzzi tub and a huge shower. There’s a double sink backed up to two huge mirrors. The toilet is off to the side in a room. I’m kind of claustrophobic so that bathroom isn’t one I’d enjoy.
I threw the duffle bag on the bed and sat down next to it. The calming color of the room makes me smile. Mom’s favorite colors were always calming colors. A knock at the door stops my train of thought. “What do you want Dad?”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Why?”
“Because I’m not.”
“Dad?”
“What?”
“Mom’s not coming back. It’s impossible.”
“I know.”
I lowered my head and stared at the carpeted floor. A calm, muscular hand was on my shoulder. “Sitka…”
“Leave me alone!” I screamed at him.
“Okay,” he said slowly as he stood up and left the room. Too slowly for my taste so I grabbed a porcelain figurine that I had brought with me and threw it at the door as he was slowly closing it. I listened till I heard footsteps running up the stairs to the kitchen and then the TV room.
I hissed lowly to myself at my father’s idiocy. I pulled on my snow jacket and got off the bed and went into the bathroom, grabbing my blanket as I went. I gently eased open the window and wrapped the gray blanket around me tightly as I jumped out of the window and onto the powdery snow. Dad would kill me if he found out.
I trudged through the snow covered backyard to the front of the house. I loved the home but winter is awkward for me here. I used to live in San Jose for the winters, but my mom died recently. It was really hard on my dad but even harder for me. I now have to spend winters in the snow.
I exited the backyard quickly and without incident. The boy next door was outside playing in the cold flakes.
“Sitka!” he shouted. Excitement layered in his voice.
“Benny!” I had fake excitement in my words.
“What are you doing here? It’s winter.”
“My mom…” I trailed off.
“Oh…”
I nodded and walked down the street; leaving him at his house. I walked over to the nearby marina and sat on a small wooden stump that was off to the trees. There was like a small woodsy area near the marina so I was covered by trees. I smiled and freed my right hand from my jacket and the blanket. Flicking my hand, a small fireball rested in my palm. I grinned widely and skipped it across the snow covered ground. It fizzled out quickly but it provided me with some entertainment. Standing up, I flicked my wrist again. Harder. Producing a larger fireball that I set on the stump. The stump burst into flames. It made me smiled. The ashes quickly dispersed; leaving me with a nice burning smell.
Producing the balls of fire had warmed me. I was now sweating in my jacket and the blanket, but I refused to take them off. My body would soon return to its normal temperature and I would be freezing cold again.
I walked out of the covering of trees with a smile. I was on the street to get to the house when Benny ran into me with a sled. “Gah!”
Benny immediately jumped off the sled. “I’m so sorry, Sitka!”
I hissed in pain. “I’m fine,” I muttered; clutching the leg he ran into. I rolled up my jeans to find it was bleeding. An agonized gasp came from my throat and I could hear Benny starting to freak out.
“I’ll get your dad,” he said quickly.
“No!” I shouted at him. “He’d kill me! I’m not allowed outside in the winter!”
Benny put his head in his hands. “Then what do you expect me to do?” he cried. Tears streamed down his face.
I sighed. Looking at his old-fashioned sled, I realized I couldn’t explain much to Benny. “Let me handle it,” I said quietly. “Can you go get me some gauze from your mom?”
Benny’s eyes lit up. “Of course!” He ran into his house and came out a moment later with a roll of gauze. His wooden sled was a pile of ashes except for the metal runners.
After he handed me the gauze, he said, “What happened to my sled?”
I looked over at the ashes in the middle of wrapping the gauze around the wound on my leg. “Oh. A freak accident,” I told him.
He shrugged and tried to help me with the gauze. When I had it nice and tight, I fixed my jeans so it was covered. He then helped me up. I smiled and said thanks as I went back to my house. Through the open bathroom window of course.
I immediately took the blanket and coat off and set them where they belonged. A moment later, I went over to the door and picked up the broken pieces of the porcelain figurine. It had been my favorite of the five I brought. All the other ones I had were still at Mom’s house in San Jose.
The figurine I held in my hand had been a small duck. I was the last figurine my mom had given me before she died. A car accident was hard to believe, but if you caused the accident yourself, guilt was impossible to escape. Mom and I had been driving to Sunny Vale to see my grandfather. We were finally going to tell him about the fact that I could set things on fire. We were on the freeway when I had this really weird feeling and all of a sudden a jet of fire came out of the car engine. It freaked Mom out so bad she turned the wheel and hit the metal siding of the road. The airbags went off and Mom’s head hit her window really hard. The airbag knocked me unconscious.
The next thing I knew, I was in the emergency room. “Where’s my mom?” I had managed to choke out to a couple of doctors. They looked at each other for a second before looking back at me. “Where’s my mom?” I repeated.
“She died in the crash,” the male doctor told me. He didn’t look me in the eyes. Not even close to eye contact. He was looking at some sort of chart.
“No,” I had whispered to myself. “No. She can’t be dead.” I glared at the doctor. “No!” I had screamed and his little white lab coat caught on fire.
The female doctor looked at the older male with wide eyes when he shouted in surprise and dropped the chart. I burned that too.
The snow was falling around me as I stood in front of the house. The cold flakes falling against my skin. It sent shivers down my spine. South Lake Tahoe wasn’t my favorite place. Not in winter. Too cold. I’m not a fan of the cold. I’m more of a ‘sit-inside-by-the-fire-while-everyone-else-is-skiing’ kind of person. Well it makes sense. The cold freezes me up, stops even my simplest actions; breathing included. I’m wearing a T-shirt in a place where it’s snowing at least an inch an hour.
“Sitka!” my father called.
“Hm?”
“Get inside! I don’t need to carry you when you’re unconscious!”
“Fine, Dad!” I called as I carried my duffle bag up the steps of the beautiful house.
Dad was frowning.
“What did I do, Dad?”
“You’re standing in the middle of the yard while it’s snowing, in a T-shirt!” he all but yelled.
“Okay. Okay, Dad!” I said to him annoyed as I walked inside and walked to the bedroom that we had already established as mine. It was a queen sized bed in a small master bedroom downstairs. The bathroom was cute but was nothing compared to the master bedroom’s bathroom upstairs. Dad’s room.
The upstairs’ bedroom has a Jacuzzi tub and a huge shower. There’s a double sink backed up to two huge mirrors. The toilet is off to the side in a room. I’m kind of claustrophobic so that bathroom isn’t one I’d enjoy.
I threw the duffle bag on the bed and sat down next to it. The calming color of the room makes me smile. Mom’s favorite colors were always calming colors. A knock at the door stops my train of thought. “What do you want Dad?”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Why?”
“Because I’m not.”
“Dad?”
“What?”
“Mom’s not coming back. It’s impossible.”
“I know.”
I lowered my head and stared at the carpeted floor. A calm, muscular hand was on my shoulder. “Sitka…”
“Leave me alone!” I screamed at him.
“Okay,” he said slowly as he stood up and left the room. Too slowly for my taste so I grabbed a porcelain figurine that I had brought with me and threw it at the door as he was slowly closing it. I listened till I heard footsteps running up the stairs to the kitchen and then the TV room.
I hissed lowly to myself at my father’s idiocy. I pulled on my snow jacket and got off the bed and went into the bathroom, grabbing my blanket as I went. I gently eased open the window and wrapped the gray blanket around me tightly as I jumped out of the window and onto the powdery snow. Dad would kill me if he found out.
I trudged through the snow covered backyard to the front of the house. I loved the home but winter is awkward for me here. I used to live in San Jose for the winters, but my mom died recently. It was really hard on my dad but even harder for me. I now have to spend winters in the snow.
I exited the backyard quickly and without incident. The boy next door was outside playing in the cold flakes.
“Sitka!” he shouted. Excitement layered in his voice.
“Benny!” I had fake excitement in my words.
“What are you doing here? It’s winter.”
“My mom…” I trailed off.
“Oh…”
I nodded and walked down the street; leaving him at his house. I walked over to the nearby marina and sat on a small wooden stump that was off to the trees. There was like a small woodsy area near the marina so I was covered by trees. I smiled and freed my right hand from my jacket and the blanket. Flicking my hand, a small fireball rested in my palm. I grinned widely and skipped it across the snow covered ground. It fizzled out quickly but it provided me with some entertainment. Standing up, I flicked my wrist again. Harder. Producing a larger fireball that I set on the stump. The stump burst into flames. It made me smiled. The ashes quickly dispersed; leaving me with a nice burning smell.
Producing the balls of fire had warmed me. I was now sweating in my jacket and the blanket, but I refused to take them off. My body would soon return to its normal temperature and I would be freezing cold again.
I walked out of the covering of trees with a smile. I was on the street to get to the house when Benny ran into me with a sled. “Gah!”
Benny immediately jumped off the sled. “I’m so sorry, Sitka!”
I hissed in pain. “I’m fine,” I muttered; clutching the leg he ran into. I rolled up my jeans to find it was bleeding. An agonized gasp came from my throat and I could hear Benny starting to freak out.
“I’ll get your dad,” he said quickly.
“No!” I shouted at him. “He’d kill me! I’m not allowed outside in the winter!”
Benny put his head in his hands. “Then what do you expect me to do?” he cried. Tears streamed down his face.
I sighed. Looking at his old-fashioned sled, I realized I couldn’t explain much to Benny. “Let me handle it,” I said quietly. “Can you go get me some gauze from your mom?”
Benny’s eyes lit up. “Of course!” He ran into his house and came out a moment later with a roll of gauze. His wooden sled was a pile of ashes except for the metal runners.
After he handed me the gauze, he said, “What happened to my sled?”
I looked over at the ashes in the middle of wrapping the gauze around the wound on my leg. “Oh. A freak accident,” I told him.
He shrugged and tried to help me with the gauze. When I had it nice and tight, I fixed my jeans so it was covered. He then helped me up. I smiled and said thanks as I went back to my house. Through the open bathroom window of course.
I immediately took the blanket and coat off and set them where they belonged. A moment later, I went over to the door and picked up the broken pieces of the porcelain figurine. It had been my favorite of the five I brought. All the other ones I had were still at Mom’s house in San Jose.
The figurine I held in my hand had been a small duck. I was the last figurine my mom had given me before she died. A car accident was hard to believe, but if you caused the accident yourself, guilt was impossible to escape. Mom and I had been driving to Sunny Vale to see my grandfather. We were finally going to tell him about the fact that I could set things on fire. We were on the freeway when I had this really weird feeling and all of a sudden a jet of fire came out of the car engine. It freaked Mom out so bad she turned the wheel and hit the metal siding of the road. The airbags went off and Mom’s head hit her window really hard. The airbag knocked me unconscious.
The next thing I knew, I was in the emergency room. “Where’s my mom?” I had managed to choke out to a couple of doctors. They looked at each other for a second before looking back at me. “Where’s my mom?” I repeated.
“She died in the crash,” the male doctor told me. He didn’t look me in the eyes. Not even close to eye contact. He was looking at some sort of chart.
“No,” I had whispered to myself. “No. She can’t be dead.” I glared at the doctor. “No!” I had screamed and his little white lab coat caught on fire.
The female doctor looked at the older male with wide eyes when he shouted in surprise and dropped the chart. I burned that too.
They said, "You see the big, green, glow-in-the-dark house up on the
hill?"
I said, "Yes, I see the big, green, glow-in-the-dark house up on the
hill.
There's a big, dark forest between me and the big, green,
glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill.
And a little old lady on a Hoover vacuum cleaner going
'I'll get you, my little pretty, and your little dog, Toto, too!'.
I don't even have a little dog, Toto."
hill?"
I said, "Yes, I see the big, green, glow-in-the-dark house up on the
hill.
There's a big, dark forest between me and the big, green,
glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill.
And a little old lady on a Hoover vacuum cleaner going
'I'll get you, my little pretty, and your little dog, Toto, too!'.
I don't even have a little dog, Toto."
