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The Wizard’s Child – by Lori (From the writer: This is fanfiction. She is not trying to infringe on any copyrights.)
13-year-old Chloe O’Malley walks up to her last class of the day at her new school. She stops at the door, watching the other students converse.
Come on Chloe. It’s new. Give it a try. Everyone has to go through high school eventually. I just pray that my powers don’t get out of control.
Chloe draws a deep breath and pushing open the door to her classroom, walks in. English. She’s good at English. She sits down in the front row, smooths out the pleated skirt of her uniform, and gets her textbook out.
A man dressed like a staff member limps in. Chloe looks up, startled.
This is not my English teacher. My teacher is supposed to be Ms. Kelley.
Did I come into the wrong classroom? Where is Ms. Kelley?
“Good morning class. My name is Mr. D and I am your substitute English teacher.”
Chloe sighs with relief. She came to the right classroom after all.
Mr. D comes to her desk and says in a quiet voice “See me after class, please, Ms. O’Malley.”
There is something about Mr. D. that gives me the creeps. I wonder why he wants me to see him after class; I checked with other students earlier about missed assignments and I haven’t missed anything important.
Chloe puts the thought from her mind and tries to focus on the class subject. She is thankful when the bell rings ending the class. She stands, adjusts her clothes, gathers her textbooks, and walks to the door when Mr. D calls out to her.
“Just one moment please Miss O’Malley.”
She walks outside and boards the bus. Sitting in the back where hopefully no-one will see her, she puts her head down and sighs with relief as the bus pulls away.
When she arrives at her bus stop a couple of blocks from her house, she is alerted by the wailing of police and fire sirens. As she nears her house her heart pounds in her chest. Her house is on fire! She runs up to a police officer.
“Officer, do you know what has happened?”
“Do you live here, child?”
“Yes-sir. Please. Tell me what’s happened.”
The officer looks over at a man standing next to a Cadillac with dark tinted windows and motions for him to come over. It’s that strange substitute from school. Mr. D.
“Is this your…um, niece?”
“Yes. Thank goodness you’re alright sweetheart! Come along let’s get you home with me.”
“Wait! This is not my uncle! I have no aunts or uncles.” Chloe exclaims as the officer takes her elbow and guides her toward Mr. D.
The officer looks at Mr. D. questioningly who shrugs and says “She’s just upset. First day in a new school and now her home is burning down. She hasn’t seen me since she was very young. She probably doesn’t remember me.”
“Let Go! I am not going with you! You are not my uncle!”
“Sorry, kid, you have to go with someone. You’re parents were killed in the explosion. He’s the closest thing you have to immediate family right now.”
The officer and Mr. D. take Chloe, kicking and screaming desperately, and put her in the back seat of Mr. D’s black Cadillac and close the door. Chloe tries the latch. Locked. Must be child-lock!
The driver’s door opens and Mr. D. gets in and fastens his seat-belt.
“I suggest you buckle up, Chloe. And get comfortable. It’s quite a long ride to your new home.”
“Who are you? How do you know me?”
“My name is Devin. Sir Devin and I have known about you and your powers for a long time.”
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