The Diary
Part Six
I don't believe it! It's absolutely fabulous! The most thrilling thing I've ever experienced in my entire life! Finally, I feel like I'm really becoming comfortable with my magic.
Today, I, Skylar Engle, have experienced the most wonderful thing imaginable. It's so invigorating I can hardly describe it! And it's such a power! I mean, even though I've only done it once, it's still such a thrill!
At this point, you must think I'm the most overly excitable person who has ever existed. But I'm not. And you'd probably be reacting the same way that I am if you had just teleported your way into another realm.
That's right. Today I learned how to teleport. It's not really as hard as it seems, actually. It's just a means of focusing your magic in two places at once - where you are and where you want to be. It's easier of course if you've been to the place where you're going. But if not, it's good to have someone with you who has. Like Mr. Stevens.
I have only been to the realm of magic twice before, and I don't remember either occasion. Once was when I was rather young. Mom had to visit some people that she knew. I think they were relatives or something but I'm not sure. She doesn't talk about her family very much. And the other time was to visit Aunt Clarice. She was sick, and Mom wanted to help out. We only stayed a few days, and once again, I was very young, so I don't remember very much about it. Including how I got there.
This time was way different. Totally. We started in George's yard, and Mr. Stevens showed me the way to focus my magic so that I was focusing on where I was. It helped also to chant a little bit, even though it was without words. Then I focused on where we were going. Mr. Stevens helped me out a little bit there. The next thing I knew we were in a big wide meadow with little dandelion flowers all around. I was so happy I wanted to run and shout and scream to the whole world that I had done it. But I didn't. Instead I just smiled and grinned and acted a little less stupid. Then I took us home, which was a little easier than getting us there.
I can't wait to try it again! I've already decided that I'm going to get home that way when I go home next week. As long as George doesn't object of course. And I don't see any reason why he would. I'll have plenty of time to practice between now and then.
December 5th
George turned out to not have a problem with how I was getting home, which is great. I really didn't think that he would. George usually doesn't have any problems. He's pretty laid back, at least as far as I can tell. He just made me and Mr. Stevens both promise that I would get plenty of practice between now and then, which of course we both agreed to. No problem. I love doing it, and Mr. Stevens loves teaching.
I hope to surprise my mom. I can't wait to see the look on her face when I tell her how I got home! I'm not sure how she'll react. Will she be happy for me? Or upset at my taking such an action without consulting her first? I hope it's the first one. I wrote her a letter back today and told her that the transportation home was already arranged so she wouldn't have to worry about it at all. But I didn't say how.
December 10th
The week's gone on pretty uneventfully. Pretty boring. I've practiced a bit at teleporting, going back and forth between here and the meadow and other places Over There. I'm learning more about their society by simply watchin them a little. Mr. Stevens says that when we come back after the break he'll teach me the skill of being invisible to others. Then I can observe people in both worlds without being seen, which will make the observation much easier.
Colin comes along with us sometimes - he already knows how to teleport - but his sister Susan doesn't. There are some rules regarding teleportation, and one of them is that you can't teach it to children who are too young. Sometimes Colin will bring her along anyway, or I will, to get practice at teleporting more than just myself. That way she won't feel so left out.
They're really nice kids and all, but something always claws at the back of my conscience, reminding me that I'm just a visitor in their world. They don't really make me feel that way, and I do feel accepted here. But at the same time I know that I don't belong, and I still keep wishing I was back with Mom. Not that I don't appreciate the teachings, but I think even without learning, I'd rather be at home. Just homesickness, I guess.
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