Unwritten

Chapter Number Three: Temptation

"What to do... what to do..." I muttered while throwing the ball at the wall and catching it. Repeating the process over and over. I had just finished my homework and I had nothing better to do for the rest of the afternoon. That is, of course, until Charlie came over.

My golden journal sat on my desk, unprotected as I played absentmindedly with the ball. The light caught the glitter, the corner of my eye catching it's glimmer.

I stopped, the ball in my hands, mid-throw.

"No, no. You are /not/ tempting me into writing. Nope, nuh-uh," I said to the journal. Though, it's glimmer seemed to be tempting me to write the next scene. Telling me to read it out loud and force it to happen to my will.

"No, Zia! You are /not/ writing today! You..." I started, trying to come up with a convicting argument to tell myself so I wouldn't mold the future to my will.

That argument did not exist, though. I lived by principle and the only things I did not break were promises. And sadly, no promises were ever made concerning the journal, or any method of my writing for that matter.

"Fine then! You win," I muttered as I went to my desk, picked up my black fountain pen and whispered a spell to open the journal.

I didn't know much about spells or anything about magic for that matter, and I loved if it were to stay that way. I figured my mother was a witch of some kind for me to have such abilities, considering my father had no skills other than cooking whatsoever. Though, I did manage to place a charm on my journal just so no one could open it without the proper spell.

Most pages were in blank, even though I wrote often. I figured that it was easier not to keep a copy of my writings after I read them out loud. That way, I didn't need to worry about my guilty conscience. Besides the fact that I suspected that after I read them out loud no other copy would survive.

"Okay... what is it that I want to happen tonight?" I asked with a sigh, and started to write it down. A normal scene, the usual. But as I wrote everything down, detailing every little aspect, it somehow felt wrong.

I didn't do this often, the gods are my witness. My scenes were usually out of my daily life. Dedicated to all those lost soul mates or to anyone with locked abilities. I helped.

But every once in a while, when a pick me up was needed, I would write down my life - or more like, what I wanted to happen.

And every once in a while, I would feel terribly guilty.

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My phone vibrated, signaling it had received a message just as I finished writing the last word on my scene. I grabbed it and swiped the screen to see the text. It was from Charlie.

/I'm outside/ - it read.

/I'll be there in ten. Sorry, got distracted/ - I replied. Slightly panicking at the thought that I wasn't even dressed.

/No problem, babe. Take your time/- he texted back. I sighed, leaving the phone on my desk as I stared at the pages for a minute. Trying to decide wether or not to read the scene out loud.

"Okay, Aricia. Either you do it, or you don't. It's simple. Do you want it to happen or not?" I tried to reason with myself. Turning to the mirror, I stared at myself and tried to imagine what was it that he liked about me. I knew what I loved about him, but me?

I was short, barely five feet. My hair was brown, a few, very scarce, natural blond highlights. My eyes were blue, but not deep. They were rather dull with no life in them whatsoever. My nose was relatively big and my lips weren't very plump.

My frame wasn't something to be complaining about. The forming hourglass figure could be seen, not that I wanted people to see it, though. I needed to lose weight so it could actually be appreciated and I was defenetly at least a cup size behind on what most girls my age would call "average".

I turned around, not wanting to keep finding flaws in my physical body. I had enough emotionally.

Deciding I had spent way too much time observing myself, I decided to read the scene. After all, what harm could it do?

After reading it out loud and the words flew off the page, I had magically been dressed and gotten make up on. One thing I loved about my ability is being able to conjure up whole outfits on a whim and be ready in less than a minute.

I wore a simple royal purple dress. One-shoulder and down to the ankles. Though, it had a rather playful air instead of seriousness. My hair was down in ringlets and the makeup was very light. I tugged on the dress, maybe I should've specified it to be flowy and /comfy/ instead of figure-hugging.

Deciding I had already made Charlie wait too long I picked up my matching (also conjured) purse, putting my phone inside and head out to meet him.