Debbie

Gathering my bags, I approached the gate, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves. Standing guard was Ms. Grizelda herself, just as stern and imposing as I’d imagined from Winx Club. She held a stack of papers in her hand, her eyes scanning the crowd with the authority of someone who missed nothing. My palms started to sweat.
            
            “Name?” she demanded, her voice as sharp as a whip.
            
            “Debbie,” I said, trying to sound confident but feeling small under her gaze. My heart raced as she flipped through her papers. For a moment, she said nothing, just scanned the list with a furrowed brow. I braced myself, convinced I’d made some mistake.
            
            “Hmmm…” she murmured, her tone neutral. I felt a knot tightening in my stomach, certain she’d tell me I wasn’t supposed to be here. But then, she looked up with a nod. “Well, Debbie! You’re on the list. Come in—Ms. Faragonda is about to give a speech.”

I reached into the light, half-expecting a jolt of pain or a searing heat. But instead, all I felt was a cool breeze, like standing on a hilltop with the wind rushing past. It was strange and oddly soothing. Encouraged by the lack of pain, I took a deep breath and stepped inside.
            
            Instantly, my surroundings turned brilliant white, so bright it was almost blinding. My suitcases floated beside me, drifting as if they weighed nothing at all. I was suspended, as though the ground had vanished beneath my feet, and I felt like I was soaring. The sensation was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. A million thoughts raced through my mind: What if I get lost? What if I land somewhere I can’t escape from? For a moment, fear clawed at me, and I shivered. But I pushed those worries aside. I had come too far to turn back now.
            
            Suddenly, the weightlessness disappeared. My body felt heavy again, and I stumbled as I emerged from the light. Blinking, I found myself standing right in front of Alfea. The gates were enormous, just as I’d seen them in the show, and I could see students streaming in, chatting and laughing. It was real—every detail matched. My heart pounded, a mix of excitement and disbelief. Is this really happening? Did I actually register properly? A flicker of doubt gnawed at me. The last thing I wanted was to be caught unprepared or unregistered.

I looked around and spotted a small keyhole on the wall to my right. Strangely, there was no door—just the keyhole set into the brick. Confused but determined, I inserted the key and turned it clockwise. I held my breath, pulling the key back out, but nothing happened. A wave of disappointment washed over me, and I was about to walk away when a brilliant light began shining through the keyhole.
            
            The light grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire alley and casting a blinding glow that forced me to shield my eyes. “Magic!” I whispered, feeling a thrill run down my spine.
            
            As the light softened, I turned back to see that a door had appeared, glowing softly. Its surface shimmered, and a circle of light pulsed at its center, beckoning me. I stood frozen, my mind racing to catch up. Is this really happening? I took a deep breath, reminding myself that this was real. The light, the door—it had to be a portal.
            
            Steeling myself, I reached out and slowly extended my hand, letting it disappear into the glow.

@ MarvelsOlympia  So,you know,i can just go to NASA,lent a spaceship and fly there?Wait,why didn't anyone say something about the Omega Dimension?

@lanade1raylover I um why,not trying to be rude