Why did you go?
The Reason:
As I mentioned last time, I only spent 14 years with my family. I’m currently not 14 years old anymore. How could that happen?
Time, stupid.
No, really why did I leave? That takes a few things to be made clear. First, I love magic a lot. A LOT! Like “would maliciously murder a country of cute kittens for more magic”-kinda love! When I as learning about Wadalisi for my early schooling, I found out that magic exists and that Wadalisis are GOOD at it! And on a whim, I tried to perform tricks and discovered I’m pretty DAMN TALENTED! Sure, I could only really make sparkles erupt from my hands but not even the most powerful mages can say they could do that when they when they were kids like I was! I’d show it off to Bob and Icy and they loved it to! If I recall, Icy wasn’t very good at it and Bob didn’t even try. It was MY thing. I was the Magic Cosmafa Daughter.
Of course, I knew I was just at the starting line when it came to Magic. I wanted to do MORE magic. I wanted to transform the landscape with my might and teleport across the world and craft magical treasures and-- GOD, MAGIC IS THE BEST! Becoming a Mage of the highest renown became my dream, becoming the representative of Wadalisi on the Magic world! I kept digging into old texts and buying whatever weird items I could get my hands on. Now, I was still a kid and barely had the tools or environment to continue past a certain point. And because I was good already, I didn’t feel like I needed to get off my ass and leave home. If I could only find the motivation to do so.
THE MOTIVATION:
My Mom.
Yeah, that was it. Mom was an overbearing, under-appreciating contradiction machine. Because SHE thought I was going to buy a strap-on and call myself “Chuck”, She put the screws to me in order for ME to become her successor. She tried to make me more girly in order to make me more appealing to her customer base. She tried to make me diet specifically so I’d develop the biggest breasts she could milk for profit. And when she couldn’t get me to fit into the hole she made for me, mom tried to get me to learn high level math so I could best run her business for her.
I was SUFFOCATING. Mom was sitting on me and through it all the only thing I wanted was for her to get the FUCK off! I had to endure her torture for YEARS. My only escapes were my sisters and our shenanigans but those couldn’t compete to the seemingly unending work and toil. I couldn’t escape her nitpicks and criticism. Waking up and hearing, “You smell. Take a bath, piggy.” Eating Breakfast and being told, “That food came from the money I earned from MY tits! You’d better be grateful, piggy!” Going over the 173rd math equation and “WHY CAN’T YOU GET IT RIGHT?” being shouted in my face. Going to sleep and all I get it is a silent glare from a doorway before it’s slammed shut. Sure, I had food on my table. Sure, I had a bed to sleep in and a roof over my head. Sure, I was given an education math nerds could only dream of. All those positives could NEVER outweigh the Negative that hung over me all those years.
And then I turned 14. And on my birthday that year, my darling, caring mom gifted me a breast-pump and told me to use it regularly to get a bigger bust or leave the house.
