~𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤~

※𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒※

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I'm dreaming: okay. I am floating over the dream as a viewer. Watching myself wake up, black hair all frizzy I stare in silence as I watch my dream play like a videotape.

I walk over to the marble table in the dining room and grab an orange. Orange juice flies out of the peel and mists my face. I squint and scrunch my face and my little brother laughs at me. My mom and dad join in and soon enough, I am laughing, too. I glance at my watch, its leather clinging onto my hand. Loyalty. I glance back at my parents.

"I need to go."

"Where, Nora?" They question. "It's Saturday." They both have hurt faces. But I have to do it. For them.

"Friend's house," I say quickly. I turn my back and run out of the house so they don't see my lying face. I grab my little leather handbag and make a run for it. I need to get out of here before my parents call out to me. I run out of the apartment that I live in. I take a quick detour from the busy streets of London to an alleyway that is sheltered by two houses. No one lived there. In the alley, I am greeted by a lot of kids. I gaze at their grinning and hopeful faces. They came for a good magic show, and I would give it to them. Out of my handbag, I grab my witch-like hat and show it to the kids. I gesture to them to put money in it. A little boy seems reluctant as he puts the money in.

"It's okay, honey. If you don't like the show - which I can tell - I'll give your money back."

That is all of the assurance he needs. He drops the money in and I keep on collecting more. A kid about my age glares at me while I gather the money. He pushes the kid in front of him. The kid lands with a crack and his knee starts bleeding. The kid cries loudly as the bully glares at him. I glance behind me and notice this situation. I run to the bleeding kid, my fluffy skirt flying after me. I murmur the spell and a cloth appears on my hand. I look at his awestruck face as I command a bandage to wrap itself on his knee. After that was done; I faked a magical spell

"Hobbit hobbit hoo! Make this kind boy's boo-boo disappear!" The kid looked at me-his expression changing to happiness and glee.

"Oh, come on you... She faked that spell! How come you feel better?" The bully called out.

I glared at him; he ruined the magic of my show. He'd pay. I looked at him challengingly- hands on hips.

"That wasn't fake. Everything I do has a reason. Do you want me to prove myself to you?"

He mocked me, swaying his hips and groaning. "I bet you watched a vide-'' he started.

"What made you so insecure?" I interrupt. "What made you so weak; that you pick on younger children to satisfy yourself? I understand you lost your dog, but it's Bailey's path" The bully shrunk smaller as I uncovered his secrets. I didn't go too far; just enough for him to never doubt me again "And crying under your bed for hours doesn't do anything." I smirk as he scampers away and, in his place, 3 dollars. The kid who was bullied grabbed the money and gave it to me.

"M-my name is Henry" He stammered shyly

"Well; thank you, Henry!" I smiled "And-you can take the bandage off". He took the bandage off and closed his eyes-fearing for blood-when he slowly opened his eyes to an unscathed knee.

Henry opened his eyes to speak when a screeching sound came from the mouth of the alley as a car pulled up and a tall girl walked out. She had black sunglasses and a tight blue skirt. Her shirt was turquoise and she took off her sunglasses to look at me. She looked disgusted at how an alley exists as she looked at the kids with the face of probably-going-to-vomit-HALP ME