Chapter 1: Getting Annoyed with His Own Mom.
Hello, I am Kyle Anderson, and today I will share with you the strange desire that once crossed my mind - the vanishing of my mother, Carole Anderson, without a single trace. Nestled in the serene countryside, just a brisk 10-minute drive from the quaint town of Arcadia, Mom and I reside in a cozy abode. At the youthful age of 15, standing at 5'8, with short brown hair, and mesmerizing hazel eyes, I paint a picture of curiosity. In stark contrast, my mother, Carole, aged 49, stands 5'9 tall, boasting luscious, shoulder-length blonde locks, paired with captivating azure-blue eyes. Witnessing my parents part ways when I was merely 4, it was Mom who was granted sole custody, shouldering the responsibility of raising me single-handedly. By profession, she adorned the title of a Librarian at the esteemed Arcadia Public Library. Recognized for her boundless compassion, unwavering kindness, and unmatched altruism, she was a beacon of light for many - adored by all who crossed her path. However, within the confines of our humble abode, the compassionate librarian would sporadically metamorphose. Her nurturing demeanor traded for a stern directive, as she held me accountable for tasks left unattended. From instructing me to place soiled garments in the laundry room washer, demanding the disposal of trash, to persistently reminding me of my academic obligations, Mom's expectations loomed over me within our sacred walls.
Engulfed in frustration, I found myself juggling numerous tasks, while my mom divided her time between being mesmerized by the screen in the living room or sizzling up breakfast at the kitchen stove. Eventually, the breaking point arrived; overwhelmed and exasperated, I harbored a secret wish for my mom to vanish without a trace. Determined, I meandered to the secluded computer desk nestled in the corner of my bedroom. Seating myself in the ergonomic computer chair, I powered up the device, and delved into the vast expanse of the internet in search of a solution on how to make someone vanish into thin air forever. I stumbled upon a peculiar spell while browsing the internet. Intrigued, I delved into studying its intricacies, meticulously transcribing every detail onto a piece of paper. It wasn't long before a mischievous idea took hold of me - I resolved to harness the spell's power to orchestrate my mother's vanishing act, ensuring she would never resurface again.
An hour passed before I made my way down the stairs. As I entered the living room, I spotted my mom settled comfortably on the recliner, engrossed in her beloved TV show. With cautious steps, I crept closer from behind, clutching a pair of sleek haircutting scissors in my right hand. My mission: to gather a strand of my mom's shoulder-length golden locks, an essential ingredient for the mystical spell I intended to cast. I delicately grasped a handful of her golden locks and gently snipped them off from the nape of her neck. Holding the soft strands in my palm, I retreated to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. All the other items in my room had already been gathered. I pulled my bedroom curtains shut and carefully plucked a matchstick from a tiny box. With a flick of my wrist, I ignited the candles arranged in a mystical circle. Positioned at the center, I gingerly set down my mother's shimmering, blonde locks. As the soft glow enveloped the room, I began to recite the intricate incantation inscribed on the aged parchment in front of me.
In a desperate plea to the Great Aether, I fervently beseeched for my heartfelt desire to come to pass. With each whispered repetition, I implored for the unimaginable - for my mother to vanish from sight, to leave without a trace, to disappear from my world indefinitely. I fervently prayed that she would never again darken my doorstep, never again cast her shadow upon my life. 'Oh, Great Aether,' I chanted, my words filled with a mixture of desperation and hope.
I bowed my head, closed my eyes, and tightly clutched my hands as I began to pray. Unaware of the sudden transformation outside, where the once clear blue sky darkened, accompanied by the rumbling of thunder and flashes of lightning. Nonetheless, I persisted in my prayers, clinging to the hope that my words would weave a magical spell of protection.
In the meantime, my mom remained perched on the plush recliner in the cozy living room, engrossed in a TV show. Suddenly, a sense of foreboding gripped her. Glancing down, she was astonished to witness her feet vanishing before her eyes. The mysterious phenomenon crept up her legs, causing a wave of panic. A whimper escaped her lips as her body slowly faded away, until she vanished completely.
