Unwritten

Chapter Number One: It's Called Not Having An Imagination

"You do know that doing too much of a good thing isn't such a good thing, right?" I heard Sylvarii say as she sat floor next to me in the library. A small smile made its way to my lips as I put the mythology book I was reading down.

"Yeah, but it doesn't mean I don't enjoy it," I replied, causing her to roll her eyes.

"I know that, but really. I'm not invisible, and if I'm being replaced by books..." she trailed off, making me laugh.

"You're not being replaced. I just have an obsession and you know how I can go to extremes with those," I said and tried to pick up the book again, but she took it just before I did, making me roll my eyes as she opened it and starting skimming through the pages.

"What is this about anyway? Greek mythology again?" she asked, more to herself rather than I.

"Egyptian actually, I'm learning how magicians used magical papyrus to do spells," I corrected and tried to snatch it out of her hands but she just moved, placing it out of my reach.

"You're not getting any crazy ideas are you?" she asked, never taking her eyes off of the book.

"I don't know what you mean," I answered, and tried to grab it again, failing miserably as she moved.

"You can't be serious about trying to do this," she said, letting out a short laugh, reading my notes on the side of the book.

"Is there really any harm in trying? Egyptians believed in this stuff, they had to for a reason," I explained finally being able to get the book back.

"It's crazy," she said matter-of-factly and I rolled my eyes at the comment.

"And you're closed minded," I replied, mimicking her.

"It's called being realistic," she defended.

"It's called not having an imagination," I shot back.

"I'm not going to win, am I?" she asked, knowing the answer to her question.

"Nope," I said a bit too chipper.

"Fine, point taken," she sighed, defeated. I smirked in victory and got up from the corner of the library, making my way toward my car.

"Where are you going?" I heard Sylvarii call out.

"Back home. I have things to do," I replied, stopping for a moment so she could catch up.

"What things?" she asked, being the most curious best friend she was.

"I have math homework, two tests to study for and I told you I need to finish a poem for English, so if I could excuse myself from this interrogation session..." I trailed off, giving her a I-really-need-to-go look.

"Go ahead and do your weird stuff," she replied with a chuckle, and I resumed walking towards my car.

"Don't do any spells!" she called out when I was opening the door, making me laugh and get in, driving back home.

I hurried home and opened the door, barely noticing my father in the kitchen - probably making supper - as I ran towards my room and locked myself inside. Taking my time, I searched the shelves for my journal, the one where I usually wrote my poems, taking a pen I sat down on my bed and began to think about what I should write, since I actually did have to hand in a poem tomorrow.

Crystals dance,

During the morning prance,

Blazing green, red, pink, and blue,

A beautiful light forms through.

Magic gathers all around,

Up from the clouds and down to the ground,

Dancing, prancing, singing around,

All we wish is to hear the sound.

All of us, in this great day,

Come to one so we can say.

God bless and be with you day and night,

Never forget we're here to protect with all our might.

And so, we don't say goodbye,

But rather farewell, as we set in flight.

Beware, be safe,

And never forget, we're not gone,

Just... away.

I stare at the glow the words seemed to have on the page, as if they wanted to jump out and come to life. Smiling I set the journal down, leaving the pages open and I stand up and turn off the lights. When I did, the journal itself looked like it was magical, the words actually glowing in the lack of light. I smiled slightly as I started reading out loud:

"Crystals dance,

During the Morning prance.

Blazing green, red, pink and blue,

A beautiful light forms through..."

I started, and watched in amazement as the pages glowed and energy flowed free from it. I saw colors, green, red, pink and blue, swirling all around the room as if dancing and rejoicing being set free.

"Magic gathers all around,

Up from the clouds and down to the ground.

Dancing, singing, prancing around,

All we wish is to hear the sound."

I keept reciting, as the colors of energy follow my lead, doing exactly as the words said. I smiled, and read the last bit of the poem.

"All of us, in this great day,

Come to one so we can say.

God bless and be with you day and night,

Never forget we're here to protect with all our might.

"And so, we don't say good bye,

But rather, farewell as we set in flight.

Beware, be safe,

And remember, we're never gone,

Just... Away."

I finish, in a whisper as the energy escaped through the open window in my room. I sigh and look down at the journal once again, and I see the words slowly fading into the pages, as if they were drinking the ink. Turning on the lights, I grab a blank piece of paper and write the poem again, never reading any of the words out loud. As I finished writing my name and class, I put the paper inside my backpack and left it there for the next day.

Taking out my math homework, I sighed again, and began doing the thirty algebra problems I had to solve.

"I'm gonna give all my secrets away..." I sing along quietly, to the song playing in my stereo as I lay in bed, thinking about the meaning of the song.

"Aricia! Dinner's ready!" I heard Dad call out and I groaned as I got out of bed, not wanting to move out of my safe haven. I headed downstairs and sit at the table, starting to eat the food that was on my plate, never saying a word.

"Did you have a good day at school?" Dad asked, trying to make small talk.

"Yes," I replied with a nod.

"Grades?" he asks again.

"Fine."

"You know what you're doing during the summer?" he asked again, obviously not getting the hint I didn't want to talk.

"I'm going to a boarding summer camp for two weeks. Which reminds me, I need three thousand and five hundred dollars for," I said, not bother with the 'please' or 'may I go?' because I was going whether he wanted me to or not.

"Half comes out of your savings," he warned, giving the look.

"Whatever," I replied, leaving half of my food on the plate and ran back to my room.