Chapter 1
If I told you there was a completely different universe, than the one in which we lived in; where there was a kingdom where fairies, werewolves, witches, vampire, unicorns and other magical beings lived in peaceful harmony, would you believe me? If the answer was yes, you are a completely delusional and gullible person. I'm here to tell you that in this place where we live is called reality, which apparently you need a dose of. There are no such things as fay, nymphs, and especially no tooth fairy. Those are all myths, they all supposedly have to do with magic, which is supposed to be a great and powerful thing. Magic is not the reason things happen as much as you may hope. If you were to try to tell me magic existed you would have no proof. There is a scientific reason for everything and it can be proven, unlike magic. Bottom line, magic DOES NOT exist!
"Avery, I am only telling you this once, get up or I'm coming in there with a bucket of cold water!" yells my aunt. My aunt has already done it once, and I really don’t want a repeat.
"I'm up!" I yell back. Oh the joys of school, waking up to at an ungodly hour to go learn new things and be with people who don’t even know your name. I get dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, put on mascara and put my hair in a messy bun. I've never necessarily cared about the new fashions or what people thought of me. At school I am considered average, I had a decent amount of friends and my grades were slightly above average, there wasn't anything exactly special about me. I had average brown hair, brown eyes and I was 5" 5'. My aunt said I looked exactly like my mom when she was younger but I don't remember her or my father. My parents died in a car crash a few weeks after I was born. Even though I don’t remember them, I don’t like to talk about them.
I go downstairs and as soon as I get there I smell my favorite, bacon. Bacon is the only reason to get up this early in the morning. Food is always awesome at my house because my uncle was a professional chef and my aunt was a nurse but loved to cook in her spare time.
“Good morning!” I say as soon as I get into the kitchen.
“Good morning sweetheart,” say my aunt and uncle simultaneously, I know freaky, but they’re like that.
“Here you go,” said my uncle placing food in front of me. It’s my favorite, eggs, bacon, toast, fruits and orange juice.
After I finish eating I put my plate into the sink, say a quick bye and run upstairs to get my bag. I make sure I have everything, I am extremely forgetful so I always have to check. Once I am done, I still have 20 minutes until class starts. I drive to school in my car, which I just got a little bit before Christmas break for my birthday. I am a junior so I have to park in the parking lot farthest away from the school. I can’t wait until I’m a senior and can park closer to school.
Once I get to school I see my best friend Ivy, she has been through it all with me. I have had other friends, but throughout my life she has been the only one to stay around. Ivy and I met when we were in 1st grade, she let me borrow her gold crayon because it was one of my favorite colors and I didn’t have a gold crayon in my box. I remember that day so clearly, I was drawing a princess with a lavender dress with gold trimmings. The dress was beautiful, in my 7 yr old mind that is. At that time I wanted to be a princess when I grew up, but now I know how ridiculous I was being. Me, a princess, there is like a 1 in a quintillionth chance of that happening.
“Ivy!” I yell jumping on her almost knocking my friend to the ground.
“Easy there,” says Ivy trying to regain her balance. Ivy and I talk for a little longer about random things, but we’re interrupted by the warning bell to first period.
“Come on, let’s get to class.”
“I don’t want to, I have math,” complains Ivy.
“Come on, let’s go. I can’t be late to science again,” I say dragging Ivy to class. I don’t really blame her though, no one should be doing math so early in the morning.
“Okay, I guess. I’ll see you later at lunch.” Ivy says once we arrive at her classroom. We have second period together, but we aren’t allowed to sit together because we talk too much.
I walk into my class and take a seat in the front, I don’t want to miss a thing. The rest of the day was really boring except for lunch when Ivy and I went to Panera. We could have fun just being with each other, that’s how you knew we were going to be friends for a long time.
“I’m home!” I yell once I get home from school to see if anyone else was home. I guess no one’s home so I go to my room to do the most fun thing ever, homework, note my sarcasm. I know that if I didn’t do it now, I never would. Why did teachers have to give so much homework? I mean seriously, I have a life to tend to.
After two and a half hours of doing my homework, I hear my uncle come home. I run downstairs to ask him the all important question. “So, what’s for dinner?”
“It’s your favorite.”
“Chicken Parmesan?”
“Yup.”
“Yes!” I say hugging my uncle. My uncle was like a dad to me, he knew everything about me, including how much I adored Chicken Parmesan.
I go back upstairs and log into my Wattpad account. Science is my favorite subject but I still liked to read. I like to read mainly realistic fiction because they had the slightest possibility of being true and on Wattpad, sometimes they were true. I really despised reading the supernatural books though, I mean who even thinks up this ridiculous stuff.
I am reading a really sweet part when, “Audrey! Dinner’s ready!” I guess I’m just going to have to wait until after dinner to see if Skylar says yes to going to the prom with Jayce.
“So how was school?” asks my aunt.
“It’s well, school. You know how it is,” I reply.
“Oh, that’s nice. So, um have you been noticing anything weird lately?”
“No, should I have?”
“I was just, wondering,” says my aunt hesitantly. Well that was odd.
I finish my food and head upstairs to finish reading the story. It turns out Skylar said yes, who wouldn’t? He asked her by taking her to a picnic and in rose petals wrote the words ‘Prom?’
I do my routine to go to bed as soon as I finish reading. I am so exhausted from school but I can’t fall asleep; I keep thinking about what my aunt had said. What was I missing? I fall asleep with that last thought.
