"What the actual fuck do you want with me, mom?!" screamed Alex to his mom down the stairs from his bedroom. Alex is fourteen and is your typical infamous delinquent child. The only strange fact is that his parents don't know how it is possible that he could have become that way; they are extremely conservative and feel it is the most essential to a child's life to give him/her lots of love and affection, which is all they have done for Alex.
"Honey, your father and I just want to talk to you about what you are doing with your life," replied his mom, "We love you so much and want the best for you, and your hanging out in gangs, failing school, and sex with girls older than you will not help you in the long run." His mom could compile an even longer list of things that Alex has done that doesn't comply with the strict rules of the house.
"I don't give a shit about all those things! My life is my life, and I will do whatever I want with it! Those things you said aren't necessarily bad for you at all, and I'm just making a greater community of friends that will help me through life." Before anything else was said, Alex stole the key to his door from his parent's bedroom and locked himself in his room. He didn't want to talk to his ignorant parents about his life. Wearing a wife-beater, some skinny jeans, and a pair of flip flops, Alex left the house through his window and went to go have sex with this 20 year old girl who just got back from college.
"Alex, your father and I just want to talk to you for a second," his mom said as she and Alex's dad stood next to his door. She didn't know he had already left, but it wasn't unusual for her to know that he just leaves like that.
As they realized that he had left, his father was getting frustrated. "Sweetie, I think something needs to be done about this. Now I don't believe in magic, but I think it is our last resort. We have tried counseling and therapy and neither of those are working. I know and have researched a shop about an hour away from here, and they have a 100% success rate with their so called 'magic,' so I think we need to talk to them."
The mother, Angela, just stared in disbelief. "Magic? You're not serious, are you? Although I don't believe in it either, I agree that it may be the only choice..." Angela was unsure of what to say to her husband, Jeffrey, next. "You know what, let's do it. Alex won't be back, probably, until tomorrow. That way, we can get what we need, and he won't know. I feel so bad for doing this, but I don't think we would be able to care for him much longer without this help."
And with that they went to the magic shop. After about an hour's drive, they arrive at the shop, parked the car, and went in. There seemed to be nobody there, and they walked around for a few minutes. They looked down the long aisles of merchandise, ranging from magic wands to love potions. However, one thing in particular caught their eye; it was the...