The Clockwork Magic

Chapter One

＿〆(。。) CHAPTER ONE

Sundays suck.

You sleep for half of the day, wake up, eat, stare at a bright screen, and dread tomorrow. But that's just my opinion.
But on a particular Sunday night while I was moping around, my best friend Sasha called me. I was in a particularly awful mood, so I didn't bother to pick up. Instead, she left a voicemail.

"Whitney! OMG! You've got to listen to me! Meet up at the Starbucks on Main Street. AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!!!"
I wasn't very alarmed since Sasha was the type to freak out frequently. She was a dramatic, sappy romantic who wore fandom shirts and watched anime in the middle of the night. Her parents adored her and she wasn't afraid to do whatever she wanted. Once she wore a flapper dress to school (she loves old fashioned stuff). Yet I loved her to death. We've been best friends since kindergarten.

I groaned and grabbed my jacket. I was still in my pjs, but who cares? It's New York City. No one gives a fuck.

Rain pelted at my jacket, drenching me to the bone. Even at 9:00 PM in the cold rain, crowds jostled along.

I found Sasha waiting for me at an empty table, tapping her fingers on the table. She wore a tie-dye dress and wore her hair in a side ponytail. She dropped her (thankfully) empty cup on the table when she saw me. Her auburn hair flew out from her ponytail as she launched herself towards me and dragged me to the corner of the store.

"Guess what happened!"

"You're running low on nail polish."

"Nope!"

"Your cat died."

"No!"

"Your parents disowned you?"

"Never!"

"You failed your third test in a row."

"Whitney? Knock knock? It's Sunday!"

"Then what?"

"NATHAN ASKED ME OUT TO PROM!"

Nathan Gomez was the most popular boy in our high school. Girls swooned at the sight of his blonde hair and blue eyes. Personally, I thought his smile was more sticky than sweet, and his eyes faker than contacts.

On the other hand, Sasha was in love. She had a crush on him ever since first grade. She was totally heartbroken when he got a girlfriend in eighth grade, but she moved away and it didn't work out. Ever since then, he remained single.

"Really?" I wasn't very surprised, given how much times this past month he'd flirted with her. But I was thrilled with this good(?) news. I wasn't planning to go to prom anyways.

"And you're going shopping with me!"

Did I mention my strong hatred for shopping?

She saw the look in my eyes.

"Please?..."

"Fine." I scowled and checked my watch. "Gotta go home. Curfew's at 9:30. Bye!" I hugged her.

"Bye! Make a reminder: shopping trip on Wednesday!" She winked at me.

***

"Does this dress look nice?"

Sasha stood in front of a large mirror admiring herself. She held a tight red dress in front of her.

"Yeah," Whitney mumbled.

Sasha rolled her eyes. Whitney hated shopping, but she wanted her best friend's opinion on what she would wear when she goes to prom with her long time crush.

She studied herself in the mirror. The dress was too modern for her taste; too skimpy. She threw the dress into the messy pile of discarded dresses that was collecting on the dressing room's floor and grabbed the next dress on the rack.

It was a beautiful pale pink that complimented her auburn hair and hazel eyes. It had a tight, bodice-like top and broke off into ragged ruffles. After trying it on, she found that it fit nicely (AN: perfect is so cliché lol) and filled out her curves. She twirled around a bit and faced Whitney.

"What do you think-"

Whitney wasn't there. Nor was the dressing room.

Damn it.

AN:
Hey guys! Lol I haven't been on here for forever XD but HAPPY MOTHERS DAY YAYAYA! im like really bored rn so i just felt like writing ;)
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