There's No Such Thing As Fiction

Chapter 1- Bus Stop

I mess up Kelsey's sketch of Hogwarts out of pure fun. Then she screeches "OMFG,ABBY STOP,". To annoy her even more I start singing "BAD BOYS BAD BOYS WATCHA GONNA DO WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU,"
She slaps me with her oversized sweatshirt which she adores. I prefer denim,crop tops and jackets. When I am satisfied with my torturing I hear Kelsey's voice, "Where the crabs is the bus?"
I open my eyes to discover funky looking people with long beards and wizard clothing looking like cosplayers. "This is like the first chapter in the Sorcerer's Stone," I comment.
A elderly man with a long emerald green robe comes up to us (more like stumbles) and smiles. Revealing his yellow teeth and how gray his long beard looks next to the rotting teeth.
Kelsey takes a step back while I stay strong and plant my feet where I stand. The elder puts his hand in his robe and his hand holds a black messily carved pencil. Looks like someone was on drugs.
"Sorry,no soliciting,sir." I remark sarcastically now I am becoming afraid. "Take it." Urges under his breath,barely being able to here after years of ware on his voice it finally gave out. Kelsey and I have no response we just stare at him. "Take it," he urges again. Kelsey reaches for the pencil her hand looking like turbulence on an airplane. She retrieves the pencil and I air a deep breath.
Kelsey stares at him again with pencil in her grasp. He begins to laugh louder then when he ordered us to take the pencil. I turn my head to look at Kelsey and she does the same. Giving a sign to run,but just as fast as he came he disappears.
"What in the what?" I question. Kelsey analyzes the pencil moving it around in her hand. It seems to radiate something but I can't put my finger on it. Kelsey slowly grabs her sketch book while I sense something but I stay still.
She begins to molest the paper with the wood and it becomes a bright metallic color then a bright flash of blue . I start to bend my knees to get a closer view,but the color turns back to the graphite color it should be .
Kelsey gazes up at my face and I look at her's for a brief moment. Her emotions changed rapidly. My curiosity gets the best of me when I begin saying "Iwonder what would happen if..." I pry the sketchbook out of her hands and start to sketch a poorly done sonic screwdriver on the other page. The screwdriver slowly popped out of the page and became a real 3-D model on the page. Kelsey takes the sketchbook back and turns a pale-green color. The sonic screwdriver rolls of the page and gets crushed by a car. I know what this means. I meet Kelsey's face with fear when the bus corns to a grinding halt.
I hoist by backpack up by one strap and head to the bus. When I mount the steps I keep my head down and my face deadpan not to give away anything. I sit next to Kelsey soaking what I just experienced in.
"Whatcha doing?" Kylee asks sitting across from us next to Lacey. "Oh,just drawing," Kelsey answers. Lies,all lies.