Book 1: Another Iife | Malvie

Chapter 3: The Break-In

~Millie’s POV~

2.3 miles later, and we found ourselves outside the Museum of Cultural History. “Come on, check your mirror,” Mal called to Evie.

“Is my mascara smudged?”

I nodded. “Obviously, and hey, while you’re at it, why don’t you see if you can find us the wand?”

“Sure!” Evie looked into the location on her mirror again. “This way!”

We ran to the museum’s main entrance, but it was locked. Jay laughed, noticing mother’s spinning wheel in the front room. “That’s your mother’s spinning wheel.”

Carlos laughed too. “Yeah. It is kinda dorky.”

“It’s magic. It doesn’t have to look scary.” Mal gestured towards me for mother’s spellbook, and so I threw it. Mid-air, she caught it and began to flip through it. “Magic spindle, do not linger. Make my victim prick a finger.” The guard stretched his arms out and began to yawn.

“Impressive,” Jay joked.

“Seriously, I got chills,” Carlos added.

“Okay, you know what?” I rolled my eyes, prying the book from Mal’s grasp. “Prick the finger, prick it deep. Send my enemy off to sleep.”

“OOH!”

“Way to go, Mills!” Carlos exclaimed, giving me a high five.

“Hah, not so dorky, now is it?” Mal laughed, hugging me.

“Stand back,” Jay said, beginning to step away to kick the door open. Let’s just say Mal may have beaten him to that point. 

“Make it easy, make it quick, open up without a kick.” Mal chanted, and right as Jay ran to kick it open, the door opened.

Carlos stopped, helping Jay to his feet. “Come on, Jay.”

“I’m good,” Jay muttered, running up to where Evie, Mal, and I were, just slightly ahead of them.

“Jeesh. I was just trying to help.” Carlos sighed, running after us.
Evie looked down at her mirror again. “So close. It’s upstairs.” We climbed the stairs. “Come on, guys, almost there.” Walking about upstairs, we passed a room with a statue of each one of our parents. Evie stepped in first, followed by the rest of us; she spotted her mother’s statue. “Mommy?”

Jay stepped in next. Seeing the Jafar statue, he called. “Killer.”

“I’ll never forget mother’s day again.” Carlos gulped, looking in fear as Cruella’s statue stared right through him. Mal and I were too shocked by these events to say anything; we just stood there looking at mother’s statue for a while until Jay’s voice pulled us back to the present.

“Well, no wand here. Let’s bounce. Let’s go.” 

Evie and Carlos ran out behind Jay, but Mal and I didn’t move a muscle. Watching our friends retreat and turning back to our mother’s statue, we heard our mother’s voice call out to us. “The future of the free world rests on your shoulders, don’t blow it.”