Just Like Magic (UNEDITED)

Chapter Three

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     When I opened my eyes, The  first signs of daylight were spilling through the window, and the birds who had made their homes in the crevaces of the house were chirping merrily away.

      I had fell asleep at four in the morning, scanning the pages of the book, which were blank- much to my disappointment. But I kept scanning them, hoping for a sign. Unless I had picked up static from the dusty rug under Beatrice's dining table, the zap I felt from the book was a sign, unless books randomly electrocute people in the human world. (If this was the case I sure wish they would have included that on an episode of Boy Meets World)

     When I heard the sound of lights being flicked off and doors being shut, I crept out of my bedroom and searched through Beatrice's collection of fairytales, upset that none of them included the part where Wilhelm Grimm slayed an eighty- foot dragon. But nothing else was out of the ordinary, and I certainly didn't learn any new information.

      Frustrated, I had gone back to hopelessly staring at the blank pages of the book I had chosen, and eventually falling into a short, dreamless slumber.

     I rubbed my eyes sleepily, realizing that I hadn't changed out of my jeans and top, and feeling the outline of my hidden wand in my pillow. I rolled over, coming face-to-face with a set of light brown eyes.

     I got out of bed, got ready, and went to the dining room, where a figure was frying eggs by the stovetop. Since it was too tall to be  Beatrice, I deduced that this must be her son.

Wait. He was Beatrice's son? When she said that she had a kid my age, I had briefly imagined a scrawny boy with a shit ton of acne and greasy hair hunched over a tower of books.

      But as he turned around, wearing a fitted shirt and dark jeans, I realized that couldn't have been further from the truth. He looked like he was from my city with his good looks- dark hair, brown eyes, friendly smirk. But so much more real- the guys back  home had no discoloration sin their skin, perfectly toned gods, and their eyes were violet, and every other dreamy color you could imagine.

      So why exactly did my heart skip a beat when the sunlight made his brown eyes glow? My breath stop at the sight of his ruffled hair?

      I had the good sense to stop staring and accept the breakfast he had prepared as well as a box of cereal he offered me and somehow seat myself near the window at the dining table. I found myself eating with incredible gusto- finishing my eggs and bacon, and pouring myself some cereal as he set his food in front of me.

      "Pierce, " he introduced himself. All of a sudden I became increasingly aware of the silence in the house, and the awkward atmosphere of the room," Felix right?"

     Being the most graceful social creature that I am, the most clever response I could come up with was, "How do you know my name?" I may or may not have almost choked on my cereal while saying this.

      " My mom told me when she left this morning. Since your parents aren't here yet, I'm supposed to take you to school."

      Right, cause that's what human teenagers do. They go to a high school, to get an education, and get an education, go to football games, school dances, and gossip. I completely forgot about having to go to school and save the world at the same time.

      My body flooded with anxiety, and all of a sudden I felt very dizzy, and got up. "Better get ready then", I said weakly. Receiving a shrug from Pierce, I stumbled down the hallway to the guest bedroom I was staying in and took my wand out, while shoving my feet into the pink sneakers I had left by the end of my bed.