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Little did I know that this day was going to be one of the worst days on my life. No one even gave me a warning when I woke up in the morning.

I didn't even bother telling anyone that I'm going home. I slipped onto my old pair of jeans and the shirt I wore on the day I left home (the nymphs had it in the laundry) and shirted home.

I didn't appear first thing in my room. It would have looked too awkward. Instead I appeared in the front yard in England. It must have been about seven in the morning. Then I took a deep breath before I knocked on the door.

No one opened it. It was strange. Mom didn't leave did early for work and she was always awake by seven. Then I turned the knob and opened in, only to find a colossal mess in the house. It was an utter disaster!

The pictures were on the floor, the vases were smashed and a window had a crack on it. And I was just starting on what I saw on the doorway. I went into the living room to find the sofa been torn by something like a knife and the table to be turned over. The TV screen was smashed and day a silvery spider web pattern on it. The kitchen was an even worse mess. Pots and pans were on the floor and the floor was flooded. Smashed bits of plates lay sunken on the floor which made the whole kitchen look like an epic battle field between pirates and the British Armada.

Someone had to be here.

'Hello?' I said out loud. 'Anybody home?'

No one came out.

At first I thought maybe mom went into a tantrum and smashed the whole house, but what about the fairies and the gnomes and the trolls? Surely someone had to be home. But what I saw in front of the staircase confirmed that it was definitely not mom.

There was a portal. A large portal which looked like a hole ripped in the fabric of the wall that separated the visible and invisible worlds. Something big happened here.

Then, to my outmost horror, I felt someone watching me. I turned back and found a dark shadow on the wall. I shrieked. But the shadowy figure raised an arm.

'It's me,' a silent voice rang.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot about the Bogart in the house.

'Where is everyone?'

He shook his head and pointed at the portal. 'I don't know. Maybe there... I searched everywhere. Something happened. I don't know what.'

I bit my lips. 'Stay in the house. I'll be back.'

Then I shifted back to Sightless.

After fifteen minutes of rampaging the palace. I found Andrew yelling. 'Wait a minute! Why must I come to your house?'

'Something happened,' I said impatiently. 'Please.'

'Please? I assure you if you take me, your mom will think you are a pedophile! Your best friend thinks so already!'

I stared at him for a good five minutes, 'You are joking, right?'

'No,' he gritted under his teeth.

'Well, if you are not coming then I will take someone else capable like_'

He agreed to come eventually. But he had never seen my home. So we had to shift to school to somewhere we knew, like the library.

The smell of old books made my stomach tinge. I took in a deep breath.

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