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April 10
The streets were empty today, which was expected, considering the circumstances. I guess that worked well in my case. I still have to figure out where I would be spending the night.
I had to pack light. To not seem immediately like a traveler. Only the best of my things. My jeans, which I liked to wear with everything, my favourite sweater, which I was hoping would be warm enough for the weather here, some essentials and the blank diary my moms gave me for the road.
Sally, my birth mom, from whom I’d inherited my powers, always said that writing was my gift. Joe was the one to push me to study something else in college, to have a variety, so I majored in journalism. She waited so anxiously for my graduation. My whole family was going to be there, including my grandpa, George, who would travel to us all the way from New York when I was a child and we lived in Florida, to give me lessons on how to use my powers. But, like a few strong witches before me, that was both a strength and a weakness.
I never made it to graduation. I had to take off in the middle of the night, the night before, because of May’s coven. A group that I used to be part of and that I now wish I had never met.
That was two weeks ago.
So far I’ve been hitching rides and staying away from any main cities.
I managed to talk my way into a private flight to Scotland, I still have no idea how. They must have really needed a stewardess. Two of them were sick. It was funny, serving a rich Asian family, dressed in a uniform that almost fit me.
But I made it. Edinburgh. There would be strong witches here. A few covens. I’d have to be careful. Make sure I get the right support. Eventually May’s coven would figure it out. So I would have to be quick about it too.
Two police officers looked at me suspiciously as I was walking the large street called Princes street.
I needed to find a place to charge my phone so I could look for somewhere to spend the night. And groceries. My stomach was telling me I’d need something better than the bits and pieces I’d been munching on in the past few days on the road, too afraid to use my magic for food. My back was also aching for a normal bed.
The adventurous feeling that I’d first felt, running away from home is now gone. I hope it doesn’t stay tough for long.
Molly Evans
About the Author:Following a short stint in the military, Reut graduated as a trained Opera Singer from the Jerusalem Academy of Music and Dance, and then worked in Berlin, singing church music by Mozart, Haydn and Bach. While arranging concerts in the city and managing artists, she discovered her passion for business. She joined fellow entrepreneurs in the 2013-2014 class at the University of Oxford, with a scholarship to study business (MBA), where she founds that creativity goes far beyond art. She later had a taste of corporate life, seeing the inside workings of some of the world’s largest finance, energy and manufacturing companies, and wrote for National Geographic. Leaving the world of corporate drama behind, she now pursues her dreams of becoming a fiction novelist, a self-published vegan author, blogger and youtuber. She first arrived in Scotland as a hiker, eager to explore the mysterious highlands, where she got her inspiration for her books and blogs.
Well, no not really… The true story is:
Once upon a time…
Reut was born in Camelot in the year 1201, following the famous explosion of the northern dragon tower. She has a degree in fantasy and science fiction from the University of Atlantis and this record can be found in the central library, now twenty thousand leagues under the sea. She likes phoenix riding, dragon fighting and painting the roses red. And Grimm’s Fairy Tales.
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