If I had a stamp in my passport for every new school I’ve been to it’d be full. I might as well just travel with a sleeping bag.

Gloria, father’s new wife, is positively fainting about some school here called Ravenscraig, which sounds like a made-up name if you ask me. She showed me the brochure over a cup of red espresso. This is the kind of woman Gloria is. If she’s not ‘recharging’ with rose quartz stone, she’s sharing motivational memes.

I guess I should give Gloria a break. I mean, she can’t help it. Dad is rich. Successful, a highly sought-after surgeon. He’s 60 and he has a body most athletes would want. He has a deep tan as well. I guess that was a thing in the 70s.

I’m not tanned. It ruins your skin and I’m not trying to look like biltong. My skin is the colour of milk. If my shirt is off you can see my veins and they spider over my pale chest. I’m hot, btw.

My name is Felix Bellamy and I am a magician. I don’t mean those corny card tricks. I can make things happen with the sheer force of my mind, it’s that powerful.

This sounds arrogant, but look: I’m a powerful person and I think it’s most practical not to deny it. It’s a nuisance pretending you’re anything other than what you are. Who has time for that? Not me.

My mother died as I was being born so I can only assume my power came from her, but that’s assuming it’s passed on. I don’t know why I have the powers I do. I just do.

What do I do with my powers, you might ask?

Not that much, tbh. I’m sort of lazy. I did fix my marks though. I made the teachers give me As in Math, Science and LO, which would never happen in real life.

I also made Tony Ferreira trip and fall during a rugby match, landing him with a concussion, because he called me a ‘fag’. He’ll be back to normal in about six days, according to my spell. I think he’ll be more careful around me from now on; he senses I had something to do with it.

And so he should be.

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Tell us: What is your first impression of Felix? Do you like him? Can you relate to him?