n his locker. He snatched it and unfolded it. The paper was dirty and patheti

cern whatsoever, he slowly un

ou will ever hav. If you thot that life is unfair then you havent met me. Your

imon advised him. He had been reading t

nts to play dirty then we shall play,’ he said almost to himself. His m

rlier to some teachers that he’s got a black belt in karate. He probably beat you

gave his friend a sinister smile i

downstairs on the left. To the right was the kitchen. Upstairs there were three bedrooms: Howard’s, Brendan’s and the storeroom. Inside the storeroom were the doors that opened into the attic. Between Howard’s and Brendan’s room was the bathroom. The livin

ack carpet in this room and if it had been white, Brendan had once said jokingly to Howard, It w

coffee table, throwing himself onto the couch at the same tim

ading blue colored jersey and black trousers which also looked too

le and threw them on the couch. He carried the coffee table from its po

that you ought to know.’ His voice was hoarse

and he did not take a picture of her when she died because he knew it would only fill Brendan’s heart with sorrow; to carry the photo with the face of his dead mother. Howa

ve no friends or rela

. W

one of the pockets of his trousers and wiped his forehead then he returned it. ‘My father

ist?’ Brendan was

with magic and he always experimented both. And when magic is mix

lling me this?’ He w

t to know the truth, now be quiet a

d ready to burst into laughter because of this story. Howard had always told him great jokes

decided to make potions…all sorts of potions. He would some

he work?’ B

ly fifteen at the time so I could take care of myself and I was trained to box by someone who had discovered my f

t’s

ousers. It was similar to the test tubes they used in their Biology lessons. The container was sealed with

ions?’ Brendan was start

t do you know