I sit with my sister in the living room, as she braids my black locks.

“You ought to get your hair magically stiffened” she’s says. “Then you’ll never have to worry about a bad hair day.”

I roll my eyes at her, and wince when she tugs slightly. “Not everything should be fixed with magic” I respond.

She ignores me, continuing to hum the cartoons melody along with the show.

I don’t know why Tara can be so stubborn. She refuses to see that ever since mother brought us to this world, every since she married a warlock, we’ve forgotten to act human.

The cartoon ends, and a commercial pops up on the screen.

“Main, can you skip that” my sister asks.

I bend to the side to grab the remote, but it is to far away, and her tug on my braid is strong.

“It’s only fifteen seconds, you can wait” I say and she huffs.

I turn my gaze to the TV, noticing another fairy product. Those are the worst. At least the witches make helpful things.

“Have you ever gotten tired of your kids whining all day” the fairy in the commercial says. “Well worry no more! The bad mouth mouthwash is here for you! With the price of only 10 Joons, you can finally live in peace. The bad mouth mouthwash washes every last word away, and saves you parents, the headache.”

I scoff at how ridiculous and cruel the comercial was, before noticing my mom sitting on the couch.

She grabs her phone and I hear a bing come from her phone.

“Mom?” I question.

“Yes?” She responds.

“What did you buy?”

She puts her phone down and says, “bad mouth mouthwash. Your mother needs a break”

Tara didn’t seem to mind and my mother sits unfazed.

This world really is far crueler, and different than what my mother said it would be like. And I only suspect things will get worse once I join school with magical kids. Kids who could shut me up. Kids who could make me fly, and vomit, and can make me sing until I lose my voice.

I don’t like the world of magic.