Stephen was a very uncomfortable and anxious boy riddled with insecurities and fears. He was also best friends with a lesbian couple, and, strangely, they seemed to care about him, which was weird. What was the point of caring about someone with no redeeming qualities?
Regardless, they did, and they decided to take him along with them into VR for their summer vacation. He felt so out of place when he spent time with them, so... wrong, but... VR is a chance to be someone else. A chance to escape from the reality of the body you’re stuck in outside.
Stephen would take full advantage of that opportunity, and maybe, just maybe... he wouldn’t be quite so out of place after all.
Osier High had many rules, but none of which affected Warner quite as much as the rule that students could not be in relationships with members of the other sex. That wouldn’t stop him, though — he needed a girlfriend, even if he wasn’t entirely sure why. And, heck, rules were meant to be broken. He could handle any punishment, if it came.
Ever since I was eleven years old, I could see magic. I tried to tell my mum that I could see it, but... She didn't believe me and pretended like magic didn't exist. And I could see it! She was clearly a witch!
...But it didn't matter, and for the next two years she continued to hide it. Honestly? I didn't care. I already had a bad relationship with her and didn't particularly trust her. She'd always cared more about my sister, treating me... strangely. So no, I hid everything from her, just as she hid everything from me. Including the fact that I'd begun thinking of myself as a forgotten girl, cursed to see but not to be.
Thing is, though, when my sister turned eleven, she awoke as a witch. And her awakening meant that she began going to this... private witch academy school place. And a school of magic was a school of opportunity... Perhaps I wouldn't forever be cursed not to be.
I hated sleepovers! Whenever my sister had them it made me want to scream, hearing the talking and giggles, the house being filled with girls and stuffed animals and cute clothes.
And even worse than that, people had a habit of rolling their eyes at me and saying “Boys.” And for some reason that made me so uncomfortable.
But then again, even if it upset me there was nothing I could do. Luckily, I didn’t have to — I had a sister and she had ideas.