Mirror, Mirror (Book 2)

Chapter 19: Good Morning

On the next morning, the mysterious chef served the class scrambled eggs, sausage, and pancakes, all of which Oliver had eaten wholeheartedly. The temperature was a cool seventy-five degrees, the sky was warm and cloudless, and the class chats about their day like nothing happened.

At the end of the third table, was Ms. Fern and Jake laughing and discussing the weather. While the history teacher wore a pink sweater, long khaki pants, and brown flip flops, Jake wore a dark purple tank top, gray Capri shorts, and blue sneakers.

His dark brown hair was kept in a backward New York Yankees baseball cap; to Oliver, he appears as an eighteen-year-old teenager, rather than a mid-twenties summer counselor.

After drowning his cup with orange juice, Oliver sets it next to his lunch tray and searched for signs of the exquisite Amelia Parker. Before taking a shower, he looked around for her, but she wasn't in the Banquet Hall, the girls' cabin, or even in the forest.

At first, he suspects that Amelia was lingering around the campfire, but when he saw her elegant handwriting scribbled on a white napkin on his pillow, she was in the northeastern side of the woods, searching for deer.

However, she states that she will not come out of the forest until the sun passes, much to Oliver's disappointment; he wanted to spend some time with the vampire, maybe relive the golden days.

"I guess that's never going to happen," Oliver mumbled under his breath.

The good news is, Amelia might be trying to calculate the circumference of the camp, he thinks. When she's finished, she'll come to Oliver and announce her answer.

Sounds of laughter and raucous commotion filled the air with a pleasant, vivid atmosphere. Bright lights shimmered down from the ceiling as if an angel was relaying a message from above.

The boy should be happy on his field trip, exploring the camp, eat smores, make friends, but he couldn't; not until the ghost crosses over. In the meantime, he should get to the lake and ask her more questions, regarding the Fire of '87.

But just then, his thoughts were interrupted by a pleasant voice.

"Morning, Oliver," it said.

Oliver looks to see Harriet Wilde—his Jean Grey—smiling at him, holding an empty lunch tray. She wore a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and gray sneakers that looks comfortable on her feet.

"Hey, Harriet." Oliver grinned. "How did you sleep?"

"Very well," she smiled. "The mattresses are very comfy."

Oliver laughed, as Harriet sat down next to him.

"How did you sleep?"

"Not bad," he admitted, "the boys were a lot quiet than I expected."

"Seriously?" Harriet laughed. "I doubt that."

Oliver smirked, "no really, we all slept peacefully together. No fights, no stupid arguments, of course, Adam was snoring loudly, but we all managed to tune him out."

"That's good," she replied.

Then she adds: "can you tell me that bigfoot story, again?"

"Really?" Oliver blushed, swallowing the remains of his pancakes.

Harriet nodded. "Yes, I have been thinking about it for some time now." 

She suddenly asked if he believes any magical creatures and Oliver nodded.

With her eyes widened, Harriet asked, "how long have you been seeing them?"

"A long time, I think."