I didn't know what to do anymore. It was as if my whole world had been flipped upside-down. That girl, with the look on her faceit was too much to bear. I knew I had to change, to get rid of that knot in my stomach, that knot that I had never known before. But I didn't know how.
Her face. It was a mirror-image of my own when my parents had sold me. To bring that same sadness onto her that was brought onto me was despicable. I didn't have one before, but I knew what I was feeling now had to be my conscience. I was happier without one. Why did it have to strike me now? When I was finally so happy?
good would probably loosen the knot.
But I didn't want to be good! I wanted my master to go to jail for beating me! It wasn't fair that, no matter what I did, I was the only one who ended up suffering! He thought I was stupid, my master
he thought that every time the clothes squeezed too hard, and his clients couldn't breathe, that he had been the one who made a mistake, that he'd used the wrong spell to make his clothes
but it was me.
I hardly thought my master was the right person to ask about how to be good, but nobody else was around.
I was still nervous and cowardly around him. Who wouldn't be when coming face to face with that thin, cruelugly--face?
He raised an eyebrow. And a hand. Threateningly. "What did I tell you about calling me master? Wouldn't it be strange for a stranger to hear you calling me that?"
I cleared my throat nervously. "S-sorry
" I gulped, and forced myself to add the hated word. "Dad. I was just wondering; if you wanted to do something really nice, what would it be
"Nice? In a world full of selfish, hateful magic-users, who does anything nice? You know better than to ask me stupid questions, idiot boy! If you want to do something nice, go make me a new fur-coat!"
My blood was boiling furiously, but I obeyed. One day, one day, he would pay. I constantly had thoughts of choking him with his own clothes, or at least making his pants rebel and causing extreme embarrassment to him. How wonderful that would be. But I had to resist.
I would have to make his stupid coat for himor suffer the consequences later--so I went to his library and scanned his books to look for a good spell. While I did so, I contemplated that I could start bettering myself by making clothes and giving them away for free, on those days my master was away. Yes, that would be a good start. I could find that girl and give her free clothes, too.
My eyes fell on a curious book that I didn't remember being there before. I stared at it for a minute and felt an odd pull towards it. I took a step towards it; and then heard someone banging on our front door.
"Mr. Finklewater! Open up, we have a warrant!"
I was alarmed. They must have finally traced the murders to my adopted father. This was what I'd been waiting for!
My master had come to find me. He picked me up by the collar.
"Listen to me, boy!" He yelled, sweating profusely. It was fun watching him squirm. "You're going to take the rap for this by using the spell of transformation and becoming me."
I kicked him in the shin as hard as I couldhappiest moment in my lifehe let go of me, and I ran for the book I'd seen. I had an odd sense that I should open the book, and open it now.
I heard the police breaking the door down.
I picked up the book, and at the same moment, he seized my left arm and threw me hard to the floor.
My whole body ached, but through sheer force of will, I lifted myself to my feet, and picked up the book once again
and dropped itbutter fingers!but luckily I was able to pick it up again without hassle, because, drum roll
I looked back at my master to find that the police had nabbed him after seeing what he did to me. I stuck my tongue out at himnot my best insult, but it served it's purpose--before opening the book
I was suddenly somewhere strange. I closed the book and looked around. I was more than a little worried, I confess. This
did not look like my city. At all. I was in a creepy forest with mist hanging heavily and cool breeze biting through my warm outfit. It was almost dark out and, uh
it's a little embarrassing, but I'm afraid of the dark. Not only that, but I had this feeling
somehow I just knew I was inside of the book. A shiver ran up my spine.
I felt something slide out of the book. A page. I caught it as it fell. Then I sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at the page for a long minute. I bit my naila bad nervous habit I'd picked up from being around my master for too longand I decided I might draw something. It was hardly the time, but I am quite the artist, and drawing helped me relax. So I drewexpertly, I might add--a small picture of a dog in the upper left corner
And was a little disturbed when it sprang to life before me.