"What—" Earlier I was just simply confused, and now it's all jumbled. I don't understand anything from everything they've said.
"But in a way…" my uncle added, then paused again. I hate it when I'm already confused and people just dangle the information in front of me.
I exhale.
"For heaven's sake, can you just tell me everything at once?! Stop leaving me hanging!" I said frustrated.
"The high-ups who were there watching the show saw you in HD—clear as day. They saw how you did magior without a ring. Now… they're calling you gifted and unique and whatsoever. The school is being praised for having a student like you. They're even offering to sponsor our school's needs and wants. That's the good side." He paused again before continuing. "The bad side is… they want to see you do it again—up close. And if they find out we—you—were lying, or just pulling some kind of trick, they'll replace me as headmaster and… ban anyone from the Quinlan family."
"Why? I mean, I would've understood if they banned me from school since I'm the one who caused all of this. But the family? Why? I- just...why?!" I said, frustrated.
"Because they think I'm being unfair. That I tolerate you because you're my nephew—like we've always done since your parents died. They're giving us the benefit of the doubt."
I can't believe everything I've heard. Why is all this happening? I don't even know how any of it started. I'm trying to stop my tears from falling.
"So tell me Mary, how did you do that? I thought you couldn't do magior at all. How did you use it without a ring— No one's seen that in over a thousand years. Admit it to me. Did you use some kind of ancient spell? Since when?" Now he's accusing me of things I've never even heard of.
"Ancient—what?! I've heard that before. You want the truth? I can't remember. I'm having a hard time remembering anything—especially that night. I don't know when it started. I was shocked too!" My heart is racing so fast.
"Ugh!" Uncle Greg is pulling his hair out of frustration. "Figure this out before Friday. I worked hard to be the director of Willowdale and not you-or anyone could take that from me not when I'm alive." he said bluntly before leaving the room, but was stop when I spoke.
"Tsk. Worked hard? You just used your connection to my father as a title of his brother. So don't tell me you worked hard cause you didn't" I can't help but to say all of that. He always hated me, I bet if not because of my inheritance he wouldn't even bother raising me.
"It's Aries who took everything from me. Even my most precious thing, he took it!" he left and angrily close the door.
The moment he left, Micah and the others came in. As soon as I met their eyes—especially Micah's—I burst into tears. Micah came closer and hugged me, trying to comfort me.
"Why is all this happening, when all I ever wanted was to leave this school I don't belong in and pursue my dream in music? Why does it have to be so complicated?" I said, still crying. "And dragging my parents into this is too... too much. I only entered that competition for them—because I can't lose the memory of them. And now I have to suffer for something I don't even know how, where, or when it started. I never wanted this. I hate this!" I cried my heart out, and Micah just held me tightly.
My eyes landed on Reina, who was looking at me with no emotion. I couldn't tell if she was pitying me or what. But as much as I wanted to wonder, my head was already too full from everything happening.