Sprinkle of Magic
Maerin's life had never been easy. Changing school nearly every month, moving around every other. It wasn't her fault, though. She didn't choose to be the way she was. She didn't know why she could make things happen when her emotions got out of hand. She didn't know why she was so different.
After years of travelling America, trying to find a place where she belonged, her mother finally did what she thought best. She sent Maerin back home. Belfast, Ireland. Maerin had been born and raised there, until the delicate age of four. The family would still visit during the summer, so nothing was much of a shock when Mae finally arrived back. Except for the blonde boy who kept staring at her in the hallways, a knowing look in her eyes.
Were things finally going to be different? Or would the circle of running start all over again?
After years of travelling America, trying to find a place where she belonged, her mother finally did what she thought best. She sent Maerin back home. Belfast, Ireland. Maerin had been born and raised there, until the delicate age of four. The family would still visit during the summer, so nothing was much of a shock when Mae finally arrived back. Except for the blonde boy who kept staring at her in the hallways, a knowing look in her eyes.
Were things finally going to be different? Or would the circle of running start all over again?