"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Pra quem se considera um vegetal, até que eu ando muito. Saí do trabalho a quase 40 minutos e estou aqui posando de palhaço numa reunião escolar do meu sobrinho. É, as vezes temos que exercitar a nossa normalidade e fingir ser algum personagem de filme americano. Ao menos quebrei a minha rotina diária, que simplesmente se resumia em sair do trabalho e ir pra casa, e de casa pra cama. Sim, voltando ao assunto ou mudando de assunto..."até que tanto faz. Os meus assuntos não são mesmo de uma forma linear. Gosto mesmo de ser aleatório e imprevisível. O que eu não faço de forma alguma é omitir fatos. Sei que já cansei de ir e vir e me sentir plantado e enfiado na bosta, mas como tudo tem um motivo, pois o eu meu se veio já passou direto. Crio expectativas e elas são sempre erradas ou inapropriadas. Entre um vegetal e uma formiga eu não vejo diferença porque, quando não faço nada, faço a mesma coisas todos os dias. Gosto de observar as pessoas. Sou frio e as vezes incapaz, mas as minh

Belief is a powerful magic. Valerie Diaz has a power that she can't contain, and it's killing her. Bounced between foster homes and the streets, she only has time to concentrate on staying alive. But a visit from the imaginary friend of her childhood opens a world of possibilities, including a new life half a universe away on a planet that is bursting with magic. The Society of Imaginary Friends follows Valerie on a journey that straddles two worlds. In order to survive, she must travel many light years away to a realm where anything is possible. On the Globe, imaginary friends come to life, the last of the unicorns rules the realm, and magic seeps from the pores of all the Conjurors who live there. But choosing to embrace her potential will set Valerie on a treacherous course - one filled with true love, adventure and perilous danger.