Origin
I woke up this morning with a pain in my chest. Not uncommon when I have a nightmare. However, the unusual thing is it’s always the same nightmare. I lost my parents shortly after I was born and went to live with my aunt and uncle. Then, I lost them after I was about a year old so I was moved to my Grandparents house, which inevitably, I lost. After a series of moving and losing, I landed in the home of my father’s brother’s ex-wife’s cousin’s friend’s physical trainer’s acquaintance’s principal…which surprisingly enough, happened to be my other uncle. He was pretty okay, but kind of lost in his job. He wasn’t much to look at, but wasn’t bad to look at either. Imagine the guy that brings potato salad with raisins to a cookout, that's what he looks like. He was a struggle; in more ways than one, I might add. But despite him being pretty normal, he made room for me in his one bedroom apartment, with one window, a couch, and a TV from 2002 that still had the purchase ticket on it. My room was a cot in the corner that was separated from the rest of the open concept apartment with some blankets adhered to the ceiling with staples and duct tape. All in all though, life was pretty good for a soon to be middle school student like myself.
I am pretty notable, if I am allowed to toot my horn for a second. I’m an expert on all topics related to anime, video games, comics, and Warhammer 40k. I would describe myself as the most handsome boy in the room. I’m 5’10” with the potential of 6 foot according to my genetics, 125lbs of pure muscle, hairstyle to the most fashionable tastes (for those not in such circles, it's a fade on the sides with the hair being just long enough to style on top), and drip so cold, fire would shiver. Today’s look, we are sporting an anime tee with a tastefully oversized sports jacket over it, blue jeans, belt, and to top it all off: my lady killer fedora. Chivalry and style might be dead to the common man, but I am no common man. The only thing that is not as appealing to the eye on my person is my scar from when I was a baby. Located dead center on my forehead, I’ve heard people describe its shape as such: “If you close one eye and squint the other and also tilt your head and look into the sun, it kind of almost looks like a lighting bolt, I guess…can I have my 5 dollars now”. Whoops…forgot to delete that part of the interview. Anyway, even though it’s slightly unsightly, it’s still pretty rad all things considered.
Suddenly, an envelope hit my window…which is unfortunate because it fell to the ground and I live on the 3rd floor. So, to satisfy my curiosity, I went downstairs to look at it. Once in hand, I could see the writing on it. “To Mr. Garold Cobbler.” Embarrassing…my friends normally call me “Gary”. This must be really official. After climbing the stairs back up to the apartment, I sat in my room and opened the letter. To keep it short, a school for wizards here in the states was practically begging me to go to their school. Some place called Wiggly’s Public Wizarding School. All I had to do now was come up with the tuition, which was a measly 1400 dollars, it only covered my placement and I still had to pay for books, supplies, and lunch, but easy peasy I have at least that in Pokémon cards that I could trade in. I was ready, I was going to be a wizard!