Spell Bound

social media was too strong. He smiled at the pictures of Bernie in mittens photo

, get over it," he

one of his friends had commen

leaning toward the screen and s

e picture with them," his brother scath

crolled away from the picture before his

," his brother said, leaning over

. "That sounds like the st

beside him, making the pillows dip drastic

Mike cried, hoping his mother

didn

r name and birthday in

realised. He input his name and birthday, details his

ned to his own screen. Mike figured it was one of those tricks where a scary face

ecoming an off-grey image of a bedroom. A wardrobe spilling a red jumper, a doo

and closed it behind himself. He was hard to make o

hing for a baseball bat. He raised the ba

ll, making Mike jump desp

racked, drip

d over, filling the screen with re

s yours?" C

n to death with a baseb

as car crash,

e, after all. Chris was a terrible driver. He'd already been d

never get in a car

frowned. "You'l

what his teachers would describe as a ‘bright spark’ but at l

on the entire situation when his oldest brother Stu got hom

#

rything was blurred like an old black and white television, and on top of th

seem to raise hi

n the green carpet, he saw a pair of feet

left leg, tapping it in a

ike muttered. He k

a sharp, rage-fuelled br

h

n his bed. He turned on the light, feeling like

dream, it had felt so real. The rage emanating from his attack

fall back to sleep, he

up early,' he decided

be up to Miss Day's insanely high standards. The English teacher was hot, but she was a ‘ha

back to bed. In retrospect, and in the cold light of day, the whole thi

here was white as far

he school to close for the day. It was just beginning to form the horrid grey-brown sludge as the mornin

g hand and threw one at his best friend

suddenly stopped and grabbed Mike by

ned in. "Who does

red boy from the pi

e a male version of the girl in

chimed up. 'You are allowed to t

kid, the goth, and some loser girl stood at his side. They formed a sort of protective guard as M

m dead in the eyes. Something about his i

pulling Mike away

The snow was untouched by footprints, except fo

once they were out of earshot. "Now, I'm not saying that I'm going to out you, because that is a scummy move. Ho

st his innocence as if being gay w

family

t," the new kid scoffed.

es told Mike it wa

Mike mutte

y, and it had best be a goo

in the eyes and found he couldn't. H

rong or scary, so why does

fferent about this guy. The way he spoke, the way he wal

himself as he ambled back, looking down at th

to lap up any interesting gossip. Mike told them it was

punched the wall in frustration. He was

d took his seat, trying not to stare at either the new ki

his brain

his thoughts. "Can someone gi

with a chorus of sil

stupid?" Kia

ing. It was probably the first time o

d. "I like this new

look better without his glasses. You could se

w guy interrupted, offering what Mike guessed was a correct answer to

e him a pointed look, as though h

e's going to obliterate my lif