I start walking to my room and then I see and look that there aren't any books one so ever but when i was starting to lose hope I found some on a farther up. I try to get it using my tippy toes and start to see I need something before I get it. I don't know why but this response doesn't feel like I said it more like someone was manipulating me into thinking that way. "No time for questions!" I grab a weird looking stool looking old and rusty with huge moldy spots. I stand on it and think I got a book but I had the shelf's and 2 books come down on me luckily I catch 1 and the other opened and landed on it's pages I pick up a book and start trying to read but I just can't. I go out of my room and go to the table and go to father and mother "um… I need help with learning how to read!" I say reluctantly as I still want to call them trash for some reason but I resist the urge. "Sure what ever you want." Said mother. We all walk to my room. A month later. "Father, mother! I just learned how to speak a little advanced words!" I say with pride wanting to learn more. Father speaks up "well then your lessons are over" he said in a strange tone like a grumpy but still normal tone a strange tone. I look in shock I had not recognized how much I had liked learning I relize then and remember something from my past life. A memory of me learning in school learning of money. "Me I want to go next!"... the memory ended there I was always passionate in learning. Me saddened walked to my room and see 1 book a book that I didn't read 1 book that mom and dad dodged whenever I asked about it. I grab the book and start to read and in the first few words I see this word I am un familiar with "magic? What's that?" I read more and it says something about saying this chant above. "Okay let's try this "magic" stuff" starting with fire "flicker and fade,tiny spark,dance with the breeze and don't leave a mark!" What was supposed to be a fire ball is just tiny sparks at my finger tips so little I won't be able to even start a fire. "Huh? What happened?" Now for water "trickle and flow,gentle stream,cool and calm,a fleeting dream!" A few drops of water appear "okay maybe I am bad at those 2 elements yeah the other 4 basic types will work" Now for shadow "by shadows vail and darkened might,I call upon the depths of m…. You know what I quit!" I quit due to me feeling underestimated and weak, pathetic even. So much so I want to call me trash for some reason….. I know I am going to stop the urge to say that.
To be continued