( WP ) Blatant Magic vs . Subtle Magic

I've always had a knack. Not for brains, nor for sports in particular. Just a knack. I first noticed it when i was about 9, my friend told me about this cool toy he'd heard about. I always remember this moment as when it began, you'd think i'd be able to remember that darn toy, but no. I knew i would remember it then either, so i decided to write it down. I had my bag with me, as always, and I knew i had n't brought a pen, but i reached in anyway and pulled one out. 
 
 It was n't until a couple minutes later until I realized why something did n't feel right. That was my Dad's work pen, the one he always keeps in his locked study. If dad found out I took it, he'd be pissed. I raced home hoping to put it back before he found out, I looked in his office, but there it was, right were it always was. I looked in my bag. No pen. 
 
 I started to notice some odd things after that. Every now and then I'd catch a glimpse of a soft green/blue/purple mist floating by. At 12, I reached in my pocket and found the key to my bike lock I had left on my dresser. At 13, I made At 15, my ex's new boyfriend tripped on a crack that was n't even there, spilling ink over his favorite shirt. At 17, I ca n't tell you how many times I found a $ 20 in my wallet when i knew I was broke. Every time, that mist seeped in from nowhere and filled the room. 
 
 I learned that I could manipulate this mist, make do things. I could surround people with the green to give them luck, or cast a thing in blue and it would appear. I could throw red in someone's eyes to know their soul. I took to keeping ear buds in my head all the time, so i could disguise my mist weaving as conducting whatever band i might wish. I made poor men rich, made rich men fail, I'm sure I probably led to at least one death over the years. 
 
 I never realized how much that would come back to bite me in the end. 
 
 But I've always had a knack. A knack for magic.
