Everyone in this school can do something amazing—summon fire, talk to shadows, bend reality with a flick of the wrist. Me? I trip over floating books and get ignored by doors. Literally. Magic doors won't open for me
Some people call me special others call me useless I'm Ray the forgotten light and no I am not even exaggerating!
I stood near the doorway, trying to make myself as small as possible. The room was buzzing with magic — little sparkles floating in the air, glowing trinkets, and everyone showing off their latest tricks like it was no big deal. And then there was me. Just me.
My parents were in the middle of the group, smiling like everything was fine. But when they said my name, I felt it — that weird silence that wasn't really silence, like I didn't belong.
"Ray's… quite the unique boy," Mom said, her smile a little too tight.
Unique. That's what they called it.
Dad jumped in like he was trying to smooth things over. "You know how kids usually start showing magic early? Ray's just taking his time."
Taking his time? Sounds more like I'm broken.
I swallowed the lump in my throat as Mom laughed nervously. "Some lights take longer to ignite."
Yeah, like mine's still stuck in the dark.
One of their friends looked at Dad with that polite-but-curious look. "But he hasn't shown anything at all?"
"No, nothing yet," Dad said, rubbing the back of his neck like he was embarrassed. "It's… unusual, but we're hopeful."
I felt my face heat up. Hopeful. Like I'm some project that might turn on someday. The magic around me felt colder, louder, like it was mocking me.
I went back into my room Maybe then I wouldn't be the forgotten light in a house full of stars.