DIARY OF MY MAGICAL ADVENTURES ENTRY 1: The Octaspindle Incident

          Once upon a time, my friend was asked out on a date.

          In this part of a girl's life, during her teenage years, no matter how disinclined she is to being boy-crazy, the girl cannot help but feel excitement when matters of the heart are expressed. (Even if the boy's feelings are for her friend and not for her. No one can explain it yet, but that is how things are. People just like getting involved, and I am no exception.)

          So naturally, I did what any friend would do--I tagged along.

          But no, do not think that I was a third-wheel. No. You are mistaken there. I was the fifth wheel. You see, I was not the only one to tag along. My friend's mother was in our little troupe, and so were 2 of my other friends, Ruth and Trudy (who happened to bring her younger brother, CJ, with her).

           It was a wonderfully INTERESTING first part of the date. I wonder how the Courting Male felt--to not only be on a date with a girl, but as well as her mother, 3 other friends and a brother.

          Oh, well. My main goals that day were to: 1) Watch a movie; and 2) Observe if the guy was worthy enough of my friend.

          Unfortunately, I was not able to fully do both.

          In the cinema, we positioned ourselves accordingly: Holt, the Courting Male, and Brenna, the Courted Female, sat beside each other (because, well, it was technically THEIR date); Brenna's mom sat beside her because she had the right to; and Trudy, CJ, Ruth, and I were seated right behind them.

          The 3 of us friends sat strategically there to be ready to pelt the Courting Male with popcorn if he decided to try some "moves" on our friend, the Courted Female.

          After all, I noticed that in the cinema he was wearing a fog of cheap men's cologne. My goodness! It was unbearable. You shouldn't trust people who spray themselves that much with cheap men's cologne.

          Anyways, we were particularly watchful if the Courting Male decided to yawn, for it is expected that a yawn will produce a stretching arm in the air, and that arm might stretch down and around the chair of the person sitting beside him (the Courted Female), and around her shoulders.

          But since this was real life, something like that never happened.

          "So you're scared of spiders?" I heard the Courting Male ask my friend.

          To which she replied, "Yup, I'm an arachnophobe."

          You can see that listening in to their conversation got pretty boring, and soon we became engrossed with an intense and thrilling scene in the movie, where the main characters did everything wrong and nearly got themselves killed.

         The scene of the movie then changed to the main characters about to share a kiss. My first instinct was to turn away from the screen. "Ugh! WHY?! They should be running! What are they doing?! The fate of the world is in their hands and they decide to have a romantic moment?!" I whisper-complained to my friends. (To explain my actions, though I'm a 16-year-old I am still at that stage where I cannot look at a kissing scene without looking away. PDA makes me very uncomfortable.)

          When I turned around, I immediately saw two pairs of eyes stare at me.

          I choked on the popcorn I was eating.

          The eyes, though human-looking, had no head nor any body visible to my eyes.

          It blinked at me.