Chapter 1

"Anyone else nervous?" I asked, breathing heavy breaths.

We had already chosen our first and secondary school, and in a few weeks we would go to Ravenwood.

"Like, totally, Jenna!" My best friend, Tiffany, said.

"I mean, being sixth-graders and all, we're going to go there first, and give a tour to all the younger students!" I exclaimed, nervous yet bursting with excitement.

"Don't get your hopes up, Jenna." Tiffany warned.

"Remember, you have to pass the test to get accepted into Ravenwood. If you don't get at least an 80%, you're not going." She said, placing a hand on my trembling shoulder.

I looked at my white leopard shoes, sighing. Tiffany was right. If I didn't pass the test, then tough luck. The only kind of magic I would get to do, was novice magic. Here at Beverly Elementary, Edmond's, Washington.

"But, I should say, that you seem to be a natural." Tiffany reassured me, her brown gaze sparkling.

I sighed.

"It's just... I'm scared." I confessed.

"Oh, c'mon! Get real, Jenna! I bet you everyone's scared!" Tiffany said, laughing.

I grasped my shoulder with one hand and looked up at the sky.

"What's wrong?" Asked Tiffany's boyfriend, Gabe, who was in fourth grade.

"I'm anxious." I told him.

"Everyone's anxious, Jenna." He said, his black hair blowing slightly in the cool spring breeze. For once the funny, silly young boy sounded smart.

Gabe began picking at one of his many freckles that dappled his pale-white face. His brown eyes connected with Tiffany's brown eyes, making them both exchange worried glances about me.

Tiffany twirled a peach finger in her dark brown hair.

"Blonde hair, blue eyes..." muttered a voice behind me. I turned around to find a girl with white hair and bright blue eyes. Her white hair was in a beautiful braid tossed over her left shoulder, while she wore a sparkling light blue, thin gown with a thin, blue cape. She wasn't wearing any makeup, which I expected a pretty girl like her to be. Her blue gaze was searching me, and her eyes twinkled in remembrance. She looked a lot like the child version of Elsa from Frozen.

"Jenna?" She queried in a whisper.

"Do I know you?" I demanded.

"Yes! No. Kinda..." she said quietly in a smooth, lovely tone.

I rolled my dull blue-gray eyes, messing with my dirty blonde hair in anxiety, my mind still glued to thoughts of the test.

"You see, Jenna, we are twin sisters, and we were separated at birth. God knows why... anyway, I lived with my foster parents in a secluded cottage in a field in Edmond's, Washington." She said rather darkly.

I just glared at her, baffled at what she was trying to get at and miffed that she interrupted my conversation with my friends.

"My name's Elsa Marie Chandler." She said.

I gasped.

"You have the same last name as me!" I breathed.

"I'm-" I began.

"Jenna Ashley Chandler, yes, yes, I know I know." Elsa interrupted.

I gasped again as she took a small piece of paper out of her pocket. It had a picture of my divorced parents on it.

Elsa began to read it aloud.

"Elsa Marie Chandler and Jenna Ashley Chandler are twin daughters of the divorced couple Heather Lin Chandler and Aaron Matthew Chandler. Their little sister goes by the name of Emily Elizabeth Chandler." She recited the words written on the paper.

"I-I-I" I stuttered, flabbergasted.

I ran up to her, wrapping her in my arms in a tight hug.

"I can't believe it!" I finally managed to say what I was going to say.

As I let go, Elsa gasped for breath, curving her lips into a gentle smile. She stroked my sand-tan gown, and I grabbed my tan Egyptian veil thing as she hugged me tighter than I thought was possible. She started shedding transparent tears, and I joined her in sobbing.

Apparently, my arch-enemy, Cisco, had been watching part of our family-reunion.

"Ew, you guys are lesbians!" He teased in a cruel tone.

"No, we're long-lost twin sisters!" I squealed.

"And, what's wrong with being gay, anyway? Not saying either of us is, though." Elsa demanded.

"It defies the laws of nature." Cisco said, rolling his dark brown eyes.

"No, it doesn't! People can love who they want to love!" I argued, grabbing Elsa's hand and forcing her to walk with me over to Tiffany and Gabe, who were chatting in quick voices.

"Elsa, meet Tiffany and Gabe, my best friends." I introduced her to my buddies.

"Hi..." Elsa said shyly, raising her hand slowly and waving a little wave.

"I see she's shy, like you." Tiffany commented.

"Yep, definitely twins." Gabe said, giggling.

"I'm ice." Elsa said.

"Elsa, I presume?" Tiffany asked.

Elsa nodded slowly.

"How come you weren't shy with me?" I asked her.

"Well, you're my twin sister!" Elsa pointed out.

"Yeah, so? You've never met me." I said.

"Well..." Elsa mumbled.

"Never mind." I said. "I'm balance. And my secondary school is ice."

"Cool! My secondary school is balance!" Elsa exclaimed.

"I'm fire, and my secondary school is life." Tiffany told her.

"I'm death, and my secondary school is storm!" Gabe squealed, jumping up and down, then falling onto the ground, rolling around in the dirt.

"Typical Gabe." Laughed Tiffany.

I smiled, glad to see that I had a twin sister.

"I can't wait for the test!" Elsa exclaimed.

Apparently Elsa and I didn't share the same thoughts.

"But I'm nervous, too." She said, shuddering.

"Show me your powers." I said.

"Sure." Said Elsa.

"But only if you show me yours."