The Magic Window

California was my usual home where I always lived until my older brother got a scholarship and made my family move to New York. Days past like a bullet train and my family moved to a house near the forest apart from the city. Most of the houses that I imagined were all occupied. In my head, I always did not like my own kind, instead I liked nature and animals. It was like the countryside. Although I did have a time where I myself wished my family and I lived in city with the hundred meter long skyscrapers as tall as the clouds could be. The house we lived in now at first was dirty with a pungent smell inside and walls with cobwebs hanging from every corner you looked but after we moved in, the house has been cleaner but was not totally spotless like those clean whit houses that were aesthetic.

I shared my bedroom with my older brother. He always made me infuriated but it was not my fault he was like that. Since my brother had a scholarship and had a dorm at his middle school and that leaves my parents left. My parents were always working to earn money to live and I was the only one at home and nobody else. The thought that my family members were never with me or never supported me through life always flashed in my mind every day. I never knew how it was like to be older but I learn when I am older.

Every day and night I was isolated in the house as I was too young to go to school by myself and as almost everybody said, "it's too dangerous" I could not do anything. I always lived in silence, I had no friends, neighbors no company. Every night I would go up to the only window in the room and slide the window up to get fresh air. The autumn air would always fly cross my window and fill my lungs while the moon reflected on my eyes. It was always a way to relax and not become bored, watching the stars, moon and constellations was always something amazing for me.

Even though my life sounds perfect, I was never aloud to even step one footstep outside the house or even open the front door of the house. Until I had enough of being isolated in this old house. My smile turned upside down, I breathed in and out and grabbed out every single second of all my courage out and jumped out of the window squinting my eyes. Just as I was going to hit the ground and take a little fall damage something weird happened. I went through the brown muddy ground even though I did not get dirty and the minute I opened my eyes, a bright candescent light shone into my teal eyes and out of nowhere I was in the woods. All of these things just happened in a snap. Puzzled and sitting on the light green grass in the middle of the woods, I picked myself from the ground looked around. Autumn trees with crimson, orange and maroon leaves surrounded me while the birds chirped and sang. The leaves and grass swayed at the same momentum like they were all in a orchestra.

I rubbed my eyes thoroughly making sure this was not a dream until my at the corner of my eyes caught something unnatural. I squinted my eyes to try to take a closer look and what I saw was astonishing. It was a little mushroom fairy with a little daffodil fairy holding hands and levitating on thin air. It was like there were air spirits helping the little fairies get around the woods. "Could the fantasy and fairytales be real?" I queried my self in confusement. Hundred maybe millions of all types of questions anybody could think of dashed across my mind.

It was my usual self to be curious so I chased after the fairies, running as fast as my legs could carry me. After minutes passed, as my body was gonna run out of stamina, the fairies stopped. I looked up and saw something scenic. It was like I was living an endless dream. There were waterfalls with crystal clear water and mermaids relaxing on stones. The warm orange mellow sun shone on the waterfall creating a nice pastel rainbow. The view reflected on my eyes. I hid in the bush making sure they would not spot me and slowly sneaked away.

Suddenly, a thought flashed in my mind. It reminded about my family and the rule of not stepping one foot outside the house. The more I thought about it the more I worried about getting home. I started to walk at briskly pace that turned into a sprint. I was desperate to find a way to get home until I sprinted pass a portal. I traced my footsteps and went to take a better look at the portal. It had emeralds and diamonds. The material of the door that what seemed like roots of the tree.

I had a choice to go through it or not. I picked up a stick and pushed it through the portal. It went through until the thought of getting home flashed again in my mind. I had to make up mind so I made my decision and went through the portal. I opened my eyes and saw it was my room and noticed I was standing at the window again. I looked behind me and saw the stick I pushed through the portal. Everything that happened was real. The legends I was told was really real but if I told anybody people would think I was a loony.

That was the end of my journey. I drew a drawing of what I remembered in the scenic view I saw in the woods and the fairies I saw. In the end, my parents came back and my brother came back home from his June holiday break. That memory was always kept in my mind and I lived with my parents happily.