Stars are fascinating. Children believe on these stars, dream on these stars, and hope on these stars. These are a tiny light in the sky, sparking in children's eyes more than anything else than they could have been revealed to at that young age. They are so naïve at that age that they believe that whatever they wish and dream will, like a Disney movie, miraculously come true and take them to a great place and make their life instantaneously better. Children are so innocent back then. But as they grow up, they start to get rid of these silly superstitions.
We catch our parents putting the presents under the sparkling, colorful Christmas tree. We wake up to our mother placing some money under our pillow with a tooth in a baggie. We will discover that they are the ones placing the straw, colorful baskets full of candy on the kitchen table on Easter Day. And in this moment, we start to grow up and be mature. We start to realize that these creatures are not true, and that if we want any magic to happen, we have to work on it in a more realistic way. But we always kept wishing on the stars.
But I have seen them. I have seen the magic spiraling in a fascinating way than ever before. I have seen the wings of a creature fly in the sky majestically. I have understood that magic is real only in the eyes of those in the universe it lives in. My name is Trinity Beck. I have seen the fairy tales that many of you as youth would love and dream to live in. To have your prince take them away in, and to see all the mythical creatures we only thought were real in Greek mythology.
We humans can't go to the other universe. It's meant to be sealed off to the other universe. If whenever we went to the other side, it would cause chaos and a disruption in the balance of the universe. But I have been there. The light to spin there is usually in front of our eyes, anywhere where we can imagine it, but it's hiding well. Whenever they open the portal, it's during the day when the sun is shining and mixed with the portal's light.
You may never get to see them. After my visit, the citizens should have sealed the gate. But if you gaze on a starry night, you may see a flick of light pass through one of these shining balls of beams. That's where they inhabit.
I have been there. I have been to this fantasy land. But I will have to tell you a story to show you this fairy tale.
"Trinny!" My little sister, Henley, bangs on the door. "Mommy wants you downstairs now! Hurry, please!" She begs, her screechingly loud voice mixing with the sound of my beeping alarm. I roll out of bed, letting out a loud, defeating groan. I plant my feet firmly onto my white carpeting and trudge towards my mirror.
I sit myself in front of the mirror, snatching the clothes that I had prepared for myself the night before. Simply enough. I yawn, stretching my arms straight above my head. "It's hard enough to look this perfect," I tell myself, and giggle at my stupidness. Pulling my teal-dyed hair out of my black jacket, I stare into my dark, cloudy brown eyes.
""Trinny! Mom says if you don't come out now you will be late to school!" Henley squawks once more. I quickly flick on some makeup and pull on my boots. "I'm almost ready! Just tell her to give me a few minutes!" I assure Henley, knowing that her small frame would be waiting outside my door, ready to tackle me if I didn't find a way to get rid of her.
I hear tiny footsteps bouncing down the hallway, and I imagine her blonde curls jumping in synchronization. Henley was the cutest sister I could ever imagine for anybody, and was certainly better than Emerson. Emerson is my pestering, annoying nuisance of a brother. I fling open my door, snatching my backpack and sprinting down the hallway. I practically throw myself down the stairs, and skid to a stop in my kitchen.
"Hey mom, I'm ready." I say calmly to my mother, her blue eyes staring at me intensely. I know what she's trying to do. She's trying to pick out what's wrong with my appearance and then proceed to lecture me on how I don't have any ladylike manners and how I always stay up too late at night.
I finally see a smirk and a glint in her eyes. This is how I know she's found something, and that I have to admit defeat. "Trinity." She announces my name like she's a ruler of some fashion. "Your jeans are a living stain!" I groan, preparing myself for the droning on lecture that is about to come.
"Have I not taught you anything about being a lady, Trinity?" She asks me, but I know I'm not supposed to answer it. I grab a donut from the counter and plop down on one of the kitchen's seats.
"Mom, I think you've taught me enough. I'm not going to be the perfectly well-behaved daughter that you always expect me to be." I retort. She starts to tap her fingers onto the kitchen counter, glaring at me.
"And you're so sassy. It's a wonder why the teachers at your school haven't called me up yet." She shoots back, trying to change my mind about being the perfect little daughter that everyone likes and is overall amazingly better than everyone else's daughters.
"They haven't called you up because I don't judge people or insult them unless they come at me." I said, putting a finality to my sentence. "Are we leaving or not?" I stand up, making a loud thump with the heel of my boots and start strutting towards the front door. I can tell that she's not ready to stop the discussion. "Unless you want me to walk!" I call to her, knowing that she would never let me walk to school in case of a deranged kidnapper or something.
"I'm just saying, Trin, you need to lay off your mom. One day, you're going to not have her and then what? You can't just take it all back."
I walk along side my best friend, Embry, who is giving me a usually talk about why I should appreciate my mother more. She's a good girl, and she's always about being nice to everyone and loving everyone as they are. I know she's trying to be nice and all about loving my mom and all that, but it's nothing I haven't heard before exactly from my mother herself.
"You don't know! I mean, you only have her! She's all you have to care for you!" I wave my hand as to end this conversation, but she continues on.
"And at your death bed you'll say-"
The next part, I've memorized so well, I say in perfect time with her. "I love you, mom. I'm sorry I never appreciated you." I mock Embry's voice, flawlessly imitating her good girl attitude.
She scoffs, flipping her short, blonde hair around her. "So, your house after school?" She questions me, completely altering the subject. I grin, and nod in agreement.
"Totally." We arrive at last period, health with Mr. Darby. While Embry is completely ecstatic about psychology and medical topics, I couldn't care less about how the human body protects us from disease.
I plop down in my usual seat, the bell sounding throughout the school with its high-pitched beep.
"Open your textbooks to page 204." Darby's voice drones like a boring radio speaker. If anyone in the world could have less of an attitude or emotion than he can, it would have to be in an alternate universe.
See, with Mr. Darby, he is the epiphany of emotionless. Every day, he wakes up in a bland beige suit and black tie, a frown permanently plastered on his face. He speaks with a tone that can put twenty insomniac, energetic children to sleep, and even acts in a slow, dull manner.
As I stare down into my health book, listening to the bland sound of his voice start to drift me off to sleep, a sudden sound of a sharp meow jolts me awake.
I stare outside of the classroom's windows, a pair of electric yellow eyes staring into mine. The black fur of the small animal is raised in awareness, daring me to look away as if whenever I did it would make a move.
I finally decide to look back around the classroom when Darby startles me. "Miss Beck, what is the problem?" He asks me. I scan the classroom to find that no one has seemed to notice the random appearance of the small creature, but instead are staring at me.
I fidget in my seat, suddenly become self conscious and blushing profusely. "I'm sorry. I just got distracted by something across the street." This response seems to work when the teacher nods and returns to the lesson.
But the next two things are what really make me wonder.
When I glance back at the window, in that short amount of time, the animal had disappeared. But there's two strange elements about this. First, we're on the third floor. Second, the only place the animal could have been was on the windowsill. There are no trees outside of the window.
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