The Magic Box (Completed)

Chapter 2

I follow the map, becoming more and more intrigued every second. I am walking a while before I see a box...

The box is made out of purple, so red and green velvet with gold embellishments around it. The box is pretty small and when I picked it up it felt really light. I got a bad feeling in my stomach and ignoring it. I opened the box...

It was empty.

I feel so DECEIVED! The bloody box was empty! Empty! But I was dumb to think something was going to happen...

Upset, I make my way up the stairs. Storming into my bedroom, I begin to replay my YouTube video on the laptop.
I hear Mum unlock the door and the shopping bags hit the table.

"Cassie! Come downstairs! I got the Oreos and a surprise!"

My good mood coming back I see that not only has Mum gotten me the Oreos but also BEN AND JERRY'S COOKIE DOUGH AND OREO FREAKING ICECREAM!!! WHICH IS THE BEST ICE CREAM OF ALL TIME! (author's note: I myself love Ben and Jerry's cookie dough and oreo ice cream, so if you haven't tried it. I suggest doing that. It is absolutely delicious! If you want to, look at other flavours on the Ben and Jerry's website! )
I threw myself into a chair, grabbing a spoon I begin to demolish the container.
After all, the ice cream makes everything better!

-time skip to Cassie sleeping-.

There is a box... That box. It's bigger then before though.

And I see myself. Placing some of my dearest things into it.

A photo of me and my parents

My book. Which I had scrawled down numerous things.

My necklace. The one with an Opal, Ruby and Sapphire.

My Teddy that I have had since I was born.

A photo of me and my friends.

A Sapphire, an Opal and a Ruby brooch. A family heirloom.

My favourite books, the Harry Potter series by J. K Rowling and The Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.

And she look up towards me and she looks different. More beautiful. More graceful and more what Grandmother and Grandfather Wonsworth try to get me to be.
But then I notice her eyes. They're bright red, gleaming like the Rubies that I have spent my childhood gazing at. And she smiles at me. Her scarlet lips curving upwards

and all turns dark...

Okay! So last night I had the most CRAZIEST dream ever! It was about a box and I saw myself - it's weird- putting numerous things in there. And all of those things had a meaning to me, like my necklace - it's a family heirloom--which I wear all the time. I don't know... Maybe it has a meaning...?

My dad came back from his business trip last night! And I'm soo happy because I haven't seen him in the last 2 months! My dad works as an business man for some super rich company! For some reason he didn't want to settle down and use our money as he felt, and I quote 'unfair to use your money, I grew up to be a working man so that's what I'm going to do' so that's dad.
Mum works too but she works as a writer. Grandmother and Grandfather Wonsworth weren't exactly please to hear that they said, and I quote 'Elizabeth Victoria Wonsworth!! You shall not work whilst you have your ancestral money to rest on! People die for the money you have and you want to be apart of the working class? I SHALL Not allow it!' well those are the words of Grandmother Wonsworth, she is very formidable. So now mum is forced to work under another name and has forbidden me to tell anyone.

Anyway, I jump up from bed in realisation and speed down the stairs until I reach the living room which is where he nor ally waits for me in the morning after he comes back from his trips.

"How dare you! Who the hell do you think you are??" a feminine voice screeches "You know what! I. Am. Done! Get out of my face!!!" and I hear a door slam.

I am frozen. Never once have my parents argue In front of me. It was always disagreements and it was usually when I was asleep.

But this was real.

I can't decide whether to go into the living room or run upstairs and cry my heart out.
But I go into the room. And comfort Mum, because if dad has left. Then we are all we've got.

I carefully step into the room and see Mum on the sofa, silently crying and muttering cheater cheater continuously. I am yet again unable to move. Those words have hit home.

"mum" I only just manage to croak out that one word. And seeing her red, wet face . Tears begin to run down my own.

I run over to her and I hug her tightly. Our tears blending together.

This week has been pretty miserable. First Dad left the house and he hasn't come back. Mum and I have been moping around the house. Not doing anything. Mum sometimes doesn't even leave her room.
At school I failed a pretty major test and because word travels fast. The teachers knew that dad walked out on us and one even suggested therapy. The nerve!

Anyway me and my BFF, Louisa Johnson (does anyone see what I did here? Clue: x factor) are walking to my house and she is coming over for a sleepover. Her parents own the company Dad works for. I open my door and we both step inside.

"Hello Ms Wonsworth" Louisa says. Although both me and mum have asked her many times to call her Elizabeth or as she likes to be called 'liza')(see what I did there! If you don't then here's a clue: lil' brown girl with big dreams)

"hello dear" Louisa has always been apart of our family and we've know eachother since we were born. Louisa smiles and we run up to my room. I pull out my laptop and sit on a couch dad got me a few years ago. I put on random videos I have youtube and we laugh along all evening, providing a distraction from reality.