You don’t give much of a shit – you start your day by idly browsing Reddit and chatting in a few group chats you have with your school, gaming and...international friends.You’re an eighteen year old boy in your final year of high school living with your single mom, Kelly. You get on alright at school, with a few close friends – thankfully, now everyone is eighteen and college is looming, the bullies have mostly matured out of their need to torment you anymore. Quite shy and bookish, you’ve never. "I'm gonna do a little magic for you. This isn't pretend magic like you see that Doug Henning do. It's real. I discovered how to do it about ten years ago. If you boys are good, I'll teach you." He ran his hands through the air as if he was trying to grab something. Then he appeared to find it. It looked like he was pulling on a string. As he did this a barely noticeable glow emitted from his hands. "Are you guys ready?" he asked He had our full attention, we just silently nodded. He. I made myself at home at her request, sliding onto the black leather sofa in her living room and took stock of the place. Spartan furnishings meant for simple functionality yet classy décor surrounded me in the form of her dark wood coffee table, the glass TV stand, and her matching black leather reading chair.She emerged from her kitchen with two glasses of wine, one in each hand. I am not a wine fan, but I made an excuse this night for her sake, since to turn her down would no doubt send me. But he was very convincing, I reluctantly agreed to his offer. He told me I could invite any family members to be in attendance, the more the merrier.That night I informed Ashley of his offer, inviting her to be there. I could tell she was very reluctant, but I think she felt trapped and obligated to go. I had been invited over to Courtney’s for Sunday dinner by her Dad, we would finalize the plans for the draft party.The next Sunday over dinner, Mr. Timmons laid out his idea’s for the party..