Crystal Mirrors

Prolouge

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I needed adventure. It's silly I know but I can't help myself. All I do every day is the same thing. Wake up. Shower. Eat breakfast. Go to school. Depending on the day of the week go to a certain club after school. Come home. Study and do homework. Doing the SAT vocab prep with one of my parents who aren't busy (which is rare for both of them) and take another shower before i crash only to wake up and do it again.

This is killing me.

Don't get me wrong, I love being occupied, it makes my life have some kind of a point. I also love getting excellent grades; it makes it so much easier to get into an elite college. It's what my parents always tell me they want, and I suppose I want it too.

But like I was saying I need adventure. That's the main reason why I'm here in this crazy magic shop with my equally crazy but lovable best friend, Chanel Rogers.

"Aha!" She suddenly bellowed loud enough that a few heads turned our way. I clung onto her arm worriedly. "Does this mean we can leave now?" I was seventeen and a huge wimp. I never believed in anything but I was still afraid of most things. Another important reason why I need adventure.

But Chanel tells me all the time how my attitude makes up for my fears. "It can make you go far." She always says.

She waved my hand away. "Not quite. I need to find one more book." She said slowly her eyes fully concentrated with scanning the shelves. "What exactly are we looking for?" I asked getting more and more impatient. I was starting to get why Agnostics and Atheists hated being dragged to church. Not because they didn't believe in what the preacher was saying but because they felt like they didn't belong.

She stopped and turned to me. Her light brown eyes looked at me, and held my gaze. I swear, my best friend had the greatest color eyes. Or more so the greatest everything. I was always envious of her caramel skin and light brown eyes ever since I met her. I felt so average compared to her. I'd never admit that of course, knowing my best friend she'd feel guilty and try to make herself look horrible to make me look good.

"Why are you in such a rush to go home? Don't you hate it there?" I looked away and nodded. Talking about the stress at home was never a fun topic for me. I tended to avoid it.

She tilted her head and her eyes seemed to be searching my face. If Chanel ever had a 'power' it would be reading people. She can spot a liar from a mile away. "Come on Chanel," I rolled my eyes. "You know I hate all of this stuff." I mumbled. She sighed. "Yeah, I know but what I don't know is why. Magic is such an amazing thing! It happens all the time around us." She spoke as if she were in a trance. I chuckled loudly.

"Are you kidding me? Look at yourself! You're like a five-year-old." I shook my head in disbelief.

"No it's called believing anything is impossible." She turned again and walked down the aisle scanning the books. I huffed and followed her. "I believe everything is possible... except magic." I added. She made a tsk noise with her teeth and continued to search.

"It just seems stupid and pointless to me." I continued following closely behind. "If you don't understand it why worship it?"

"Why do people believe in Jesus?"

A deep British accent asked. I whirled around and my heart may have stopped. In front of me stood an irresistible sexy guy whose gray eyes looked me up and down. I felt suddenly self-conscious and wrapped my coat tightly around me. Chanel finally noticed him and stood by my side. "Well?" He said his eyes never leaving mine.