Aalish (Persian for Fire) MacKay (Scottish for Son of Fire)
Age: 18
Birthday: July 13th, 2000 (Sun: Cancer, Rising: Aquarius, Moon: Sagittarius)
Has curly red hair and brown eyes. She’s short but her sister is taller
Has a little brother, Aidan (Celtic for little fire), whose about 8, parents are always busy and she takes care of him and an older sister, 20 yr old, Adara (Hebrew for Fire) she doesn’t live there
The middle child. Always forgotten. I guess that’s me. I’m alone in the light house. I’m always here. The second floor is calming. My camera’s here, my couch, my safe haven. I enter the rundown bathroom and look in the mirror. My short curly red hair that is all over the place contrasts my almond colored skin. My brown eyes look like fire in sunlight. If you saw me with my family you would think I’m adopted. Adara--which means fire in Hebrew-- is nothing like me. Brown haired, brown eyed, tall, smart, kind. She’s at Northwestern studying to be a doctor. My younger brother, Aidan--little fire in Celtic,, is the same. Brown haired, brown eyed, excited at everything kid. I grew up being the youngest. 10 years with just my sister. Until 8 years ago Aiden popped in. I hated him at first. He caused the break of my family. The divorce. My mom now dates this guy. An annoying asshole but i don’t live with him so i don’t care. They don’t live here anymore so I don’t care. My dad hasn’t started dating anyone. He deserved better.
I look at my phone and see that my mom is calling. I end it, I’m 18 why would she care. It’s followed by several texts saying where am I. I don’t answer. I walk out of the bathroom and head for the staircase. I walk to the giant stairs that leads to the balcony. I look out onto the ocean. It’s beautiful. I grab the camera around my neck and take a picture. Taking out a cigarette I light my it and inhale. I turn to look at the fire. It’s so bright. Blinding. Tonight’s the night. I am joining a cult. I didn’t think I wanted to join a cult but I overheard about it at school so I’m gonna check it out. I’m not a permanent person, i don’t want to stay too long. I just want to go with the wind. One minute here the next over there.
~Marissa Mangoni