Girl That Was Different

By Lisvan Rodrigues

Samir drove down the lane and walked into the nearby store to buy some groceries, Sunday was the only day he would get to do some shopping, he lived alone in a flat nearby. New job, new place was what haunted him, he missed home. As we walked browsing the aisles, he spotted a little girl trying to hide behind the shelves. The girl seemed terrified, seemed lost, he stopped by asking her what was wrong she wouldn’t say a word, and she wouldn’t come out. He tried to find his parents but the outcome was futile and so left with nothing but once choice he moved on towards the counter to inform the store owner about the same. They tried hard to talk to the girl she looked terrified all that one could see in her eyes was fear, fear of something she wouldn’t spill out. The store owner called the police after every attempt he made to know about the girl was unsuccessful. Samir walked out with his groceries as the police arrived with no burden on his shoulders deep down he still wanted to know what haunted that small little girl. As he steps into the car and about to drive in his rear view mirror he sees the reflection of the little girl curled up in his backseat with the same horror in her eyes, the girl is barely 11 years old, ragged clothed and skinny, she hadn’t had anything to eat for awhile, anyone could say that. He turns; she stares deep into his eyes points to the police van and says “Drive or they will kill me.”

He opens the door as the terrified girl hops into her new shelter; the door shuts behind him as he asks her “Who are you? And why would the policemen kill you?” She looks back at him she says “I’m Supriya, and one of my kind, I was raised an orphan in an orphanage not far from here. But I grew up different from other kids, I could do things no one could, I was an eagle growing among chicken so they tried to kill me twice, they envied me I suppose or they are scared of me…” she paused “I hope I can trust you”, she said her eyes not believing. Samir couldn’t make anything of what the girl was telling him, the thought somehow of who the girl was had started to make him wonder. He moved closer to her knelt down as the said “Of course you can trust me, go on”, he said. She had no choice but to tell him she continued, “I started to grow strangely, it was another morning like any other and my alarm clock buzzed, it kept on buzzing till it got on my nerves, I looked at it hard thinking why doesn’t it just fall down so hard it cracks into pieces and to my horror it did, Co – incidences do happen but not the second time, We were all talking in our room and the lights went off, My roommate was afraid of the dark she started crying, I again wished my eyes could glow bright so bright as to illuminate the entire room and it happened, I was surprised I could work some magic I knew just playing with my thoughts was all that was needed no magic spell! However, my roommate was terrified she ran out of the room crying, I was called by the rector, asked to explain, they questioned and they made me do it, they tied me up, they said they would give me to the police.”

The girl cried as Samir became conscious suddenly the fear in the girls eyes had been replaced by trust, he seemed to be happy even as he consoled the girl, he was even more inquisitive to know what had happened after that how she escaped, he took her to the dining table and brought her some biscuits, he was filled with concern for this small girl, he asked her how she did it, how she escaped, “I used my magic,” was a quick reply. He smiled, “Would you mind showing me how you do it,” he inquired “Would you boil some milk for us, I don’t have a stove here,” He prompted. The girls eyes gleamed as the milk in the container started to boil on its own, tears rolled down his eyes, as the milk suddenly turned into shades darker, It smelled like coffee, the girl stepped back, “I don’t think I can do that too!” Samir smirked as he replied “You are not the only one of your kind!”

By Lisvan Rodrigues