Stupid Hair And Magic Tricks

Alright let me get one thing straight I am my mum and dads only surviving kid, the rest were miscarried with the exception of my sister Ona who died at 6 months of meningitis. Either way technically and weirdly enough I am my parents only kid, they had me once they had immigrated to America after Ona's death and established our family's bakery. Besides that being their only living daughter gives unfair expectations, kids with American parents have it so easy they don't have to worry about their mum yelling at them in Russian in a grocery store fo a B in math. My mum and dad don't expect success they demand success you fail you don't come home, don't get me wrong I love my parents they just annoy the ever-loving fuck out of me.

So being the good nerd I am I take extracurriculars good thing I like the cello and don't mind lugging around the fucking thing, I sigh and manoeuvre my case so a kid with ridiculous hair can sit down. After all, my mum would smack me if she knew I was rude to a stranger, even if his hair is stupid. He sits down next to me and I swear this kid has plastic dinosaurs fall out of his pocket, is this a prank is he 7 dinosaurs? His plastic buddy falls to the ground and I pick it up, handing it back

"Dude you dropped your dino" I say this awkwardly as never In my life, had I ever thought I'd say that sentence.

"Thank's cello girl I need this" he smiles plucking the dinosaur from my palm, I know I'll regret it but I have to ask. "For what they're plastic dinosaurs" I quirk a ginger eyebrow weird boys grin only widens, "Well you see I am and illusionist enthusiast you see, and that dinosaur is a part of my act" Act? is he for real I knew America had a drug problem but not this bad, he grins I realise he takes my disbelief as a challenge. "See this dino, now look at this little fellow" He holds up a red and blue dinosaur, I should have let my mum pick me up from cello today "Now what colours do these two guys make? PURPLE" He claps his hands together and opens them revealing a large purple dinosaur.

I find myself interested that was pretty cool, even I'll admit that and I wear orthopaedic sneakers "Dude what the heck"

"The power of the great Jaime Preciado"

"No for real man you can't, have your pockets filled with dinos and not tell me"

"Sorry a true magician doesn't reveal his secrets, my stops coming up till next time cello girl"
He grabs his bag and walks off the city bus, I stare at the back of his head a bit of purple catches my eye and I realise he'd left his dinosaur.

"What the actual fuck just happened" A lady with a stroller glares at me, I'm too distracted to return the glare.

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I arrive home to our small section of the city at 7:30, people call this part of town little Russia which is stupid because our neighbours are Polish and the people who frequent our bakery are Romanian.

I open the door to our tiny but snug apartment dino still in my hand, my mums on the couch with soap operas flickering in the back ground her eyes are red and swollen.

Notes

Its not the best but practice makes perfect enjoy