CHAPTER 3:
Magic.
Charlotte had always loved that word. She still believed in it too. It's not like she told her best friend Melly, she wouldn't understand.
She was the best friend when it came to most things, but she wasn't one to believe in the supernatural being a fourteen year old atheist.
Charlotte wasn't sure if she really believed there we magic, but at sunset everything has a magical touch. The dyed clouds leaving you wonder struck, the pink and orange sky with its intoxicating colors. The way everything could be bright without being obnoxious. Bold but not brash.
As she sat daydreaming, she didn't even notice Melly sliding in the seat beside her. She must have asked a question or said something. She was staring at Charlotte expectantly.
"What?"
"Pay attention, Char. I said 'After school can you come over?'"
Charlotte thought about it. She probably could, but she wanted to be alone tonight and come up with an idea for the English project she got an extension on. She still hadn't started it.
"I can't tonight. Tomorrow?"
"I can't tomorrow. Please?"
She considered. She could think of an idea tomorrow.
"Sure."
"Great. I have a surprise for you."
Charlotte was good at finding things out, and Melly couldn't keep a secret.
Except for, apparently, this time. She wasn't budging.
Oh well. Charlotte could wait a couple hours.
It was going to be a long day.
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Spellbound
FantasíaThirteen year old Charlotte Blackthorne has always known she wasn't normal. With her tiger-like grace and owl-like intelligence. But she didn't think she was a faerie. Not a faerie like you know, three inches tall, wings, they puke rainbows and glee...
