A Short Story: A Child Of The Broken Law

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My throat didn't feel right since the night I had a drink with Fay.

The truth was, I wasn't a drinker like Fay. I couldn't drink alcohol. I was trying to be cool in front of him so he wouldn't underestimate me or bully me.

I knew I wasn't being myself (usually I'd show my weakness to people though they'd use it to crush me) and I was pretty sure Reth would think the same.

Or maybe she would hate me for drinking alcohol. My mom had once educated us about alcohols and drugs. She told us not to consume them. We both promised and yesterday I had just broken the promise.

And Reth was a girl who was serious about promises. Her hating me was one of my fear. I meant it.

I sat up, unable to be sleep when my mind was thinking about such things. …show more content…

I still remembered how frightening it was to be skinned by her.

I took another bite. "So, what's the first line?"

Laura lifted the paper. "Um, A child of the broken law shall present her feet on the new beginning. A child of broken law. Is that you? Because my parent never did something that went through the law."

"Neither my parent," I said. Suddenly an image of my parent when they were together got into my mind. Ah, this moment was annoying. I had to hold my tears and my broken heart.

"It might be Katherine's. You know, her parent's marriage was illegal. Different tribes are forbidden."

"Whoa, that sucks," I commented. "But she wouldn't be here and you too if their parent weren't brave enough to take the risk, right?"

She nodded sadly. I had to change the topic.

"Alan's a child of broken law too. You know, magicians in my country are forbidden," I said.

"So there are two possibilities," Laura said as she stared at the paper. "But who might this child be?"

I peered at the paper. "Wait, it says present her feet. It's her! So it might be Katherine!"

Laura reread the paper carefully. She nodded in agreement. "Well, but what's the meaning of present her feet on the new …show more content…

You love your sister, right?" She asked.

I blinked. "Did you just ask me about how big my love to Reth? Not you?"

This was embarrassing.

She sighed again. "What are you thinking, Richard? You don't love Ezra, do you? Or Alan. Or me. So the remaining person you love the most is Reth. Does the effect of the alcohol still in you?"

"No, it's not like that. What about you? Who do you love the most among us?" I challenged her.

She didn't speak again. She just stared down at the paper. Suddenly her face went red. I knew it.

"You love Fay, don't you?" I asked and suddenly felt so angry with this. "You like being with him."

She suddenly coughed. "Fay? No! I don't love him! We're just friends!"

"Right, people around you are all just your friends," I murmured and I had no idea why I said something like that.

Laura grinned and leaned to me. "Say, Richard, would you be jealous if I loved Fay more than anybody else?"

I leaned away, unable to see her face in a close distant.

"Maybe," I told her. She kept smiling, which made her more beautiful.

Wait, was this called falling in love?

She nodded. "Let's set this line aside and go to the next one. 'Life shall goes away'." Another silence between

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