Keeper of the Wand

Photographic Memories

Hey guys! We're back with Rose as she, Star and Marco are back on Earth for some new adventures. What'll happen today? Let's jump in and find out! :D

-Rose's POV-

A week had gone by since I had moved back in with Marco and his family. Oddly enough, nothing crazy happened. The only note worthy thing to happen was the day after I moved in, we had gone to Brita's tacos and met up with everyone again. It was interesting but nothing too crazy happened. Now, I was sitting on my bed, scrolling through my phone's messages. Recently, I had texted Tom to see how he was doing. He had messaged back that he was having a great time and even sent a few pictures. I smiled, happy for him and how he was having fun on his vacation. But the more I looked at the photos, the more guilty I felt about what happened between him and I. I turned my phone's screen off and draped my arm over my eyes, sighing. Determined, I moved my arm and sat up, saying out loud, "I need to do something. Something fun."

I got out of my bed and started for the stairs, only step on a piece of clothing and trip down the stairs. I didn't have time to scream as I tumbled and landed in a heap. I growled, ready to shout for Star. But then, that same article of clothing landed on my head, making me realize that the clothing was mine. I sat up and held out the item, realizing it was my old swimsuit. "Whoa, I haven't worn this in ages," I muttered, seeing how it was a bit dusty. I held a hand up and, using a quick cleaning spell, brought the one piece red swimsuit back to it's original cleanliness.

Quickly getting to me feet, I hurried out of the room and down the stairs. I held my bathing suit out and said, "Guys, look what I-"

But I stopped, seeing the sight before me. Star was holding her purple swimsuit, which had ice on it for some reason. Marco was sitting on the couch with both a plate on pancakes and pancakes on his head. Mr. Diaz was taking instant pictures of Mariposa as she ate a breakfast quiche. And a lonely beach ball sat in the corner of the living room. My eyes widen as I took account of all of these things. I gasped and ran over to Star and Marco, shouting, "Guys! Today is Beach day!"

"What?" They both chorused. Marco gestured to the TV, "But we were going to marathon Y.O.U.T.H.S today."

"Marco, the signs are all here," I said. I gestured to my bathing suit and Star's, his dad's camera and the lonely beach ball, "Star's and I's bathing suits, your dad's instant camera, and the lonely beach ball in the corner. Plus!"

I pulled out the Beach Day photo from my pocket and showed it to Star and Marco. Marco raised an eyebrow, "So?" Star's eyes widen, "Don't you see? You have a zit on the tip of your nose!"

Marco covered his nose, embarrassed. "So?!" He asked. I took the photo from Star and showed him, "Sooo... that zit is exactly the same as the one in the Beach Day photo!"

Marco's eyes widen, understanding what Star and I meant. I looked at the photo, explaining further, "Ever since Father Time gave me this future photo, I've been dreaming of the day it would happen. And that day is today!"

Marco smiled, "All right, sure. Maybe it is Beach Day." Star cheered, "Oh, you bet your booty it's Beach Day!"

Star, Marco and I hurried to get ready for the day. I quickly changed into my red, one piece swim suit and, over it, I put on a white beach cover. It was a very loose robe, with a small white strap to tie the fabric. I slipped on some tan sandals that had small red stars on them. I grabbed a beach bag and put my towel, sunscreen, some snacks, and my sunglasses in it. I put on a tan hat with a wide circular brim. I bent it slightly, happy with the hat. Star finished getting dresses, where white shorts, sandals and putting her hair up in a ponytail. We left our room and met with Marco in the hallway, who was wearing his red hoodie, green swim trunks and black sandals. After a quick call for a taxi, we waited a bit for it to arrive before piling into the back.