Obsessive Reality

Chapter 22: Magic Dust Is So Cliche!

“Thanks.” I say and lean into him. We walk over to the group and plop down beside them.

“So where to next?” Riley asks me. All heads turn. I guess I’m the one with all the answers.

“Uh, let me check the card...” I search my pockets and pull out the tiny piece of paper. “We have to go too... dance studio number four? That can’t be right.” I read over the shiny card again, but the address stayed the same. “What’s a Wicca group doing in a dance studio?” I mumble.

“I know where that is!” Alice exclaims. “Amanda and I dance in studio one. Come on, we’ll show you.” She said and grabs Amanda’s hand. We follow in hot pursuit.

“I’m hungry!” Carter whines as we approached the dance hall.

“Catch.” Katie said and hurled a granola bar at him.

“Uh, fruit? I’m going to starve to death!” He complains and we all roll our eyes at his dramatics.

“Oh don’t worry. I’ll kill you before then.” Luckas announced menacingly.

“Why aren’t you gagged again?” I asked innocently. Justin shoves a sock into Luckas’s mouth.

“Much better.” I say. I feel bad for shutting Luckas up in such a harsh way. Dirty socks to the mouth just aren’t pleasant.

“As I was saying, I WANT FOOD!” Carter wails loudly.

“Fine!” I cry. Maybe I could...

I focus my thoughts and imagine a hamburger appearing in my hands. Suddenly I feel weight in my hands and the smell of beef wafts through the air. “Uno hamburgero pour vou.” I said and bow gracefully.

“Whoa.” Carter said appreciatively. He reaches over to me and snatches the burger. The thing had left grease stains on my palms. I wipe them on Carter’s shirt, but he’s too busy shoving food into his face to notice.

“Now that that issue’s solved, can we continue walking?” Anna begged. Carter nods happily and runs up to Justin.

“Nice.” Triston whispers to me.

“I think I’m getting the hang of this magic stuff.” I reply; hoping I’m right. What if I can’t control it and I let my friends down? What if we all die because of me? These thoughts have been swirling in my head since the crack of dawn. Now I just need to find a way for my thoughts to stay thoughts. My worst fears cannot become a reality.

Finally, we arrive at the dance studio. “This is it?” Katie asks in a disapproving tone. The building was old, with red bricks covered in Ivy. Along the walls was a continuous garden, full of different plants. I could only identify one flower; the Iris.

The dance hall was very small; you would miss it if you walked by because of the ivy. Plus it was tucked behind massive trees that towered over everything.

“Yep! I love it in there! The architecture is amazing!” Amanda said and makes her way towards the door. I would not have pegged Amanda as an architecturally aware person.

 The first thing I noticed upon reaching the entrance was the red door and giant handle.

“Whoa, how old is this building?” I asked peering at the knob. It was shaped as a tiger and was made of iron. How I know about the Iron? I have no idea.

“I’m not sure, but I think it’s been here since before the school was built.” Alice replied and yanks open the door. The inside was impressive. It was much more spacious then you’d expect and was lit by chandeliers and candles lining different hallways. We took the passage that led to dance studio number four. We found the door and knocked.