Disney Magic

Chapter One: When You Wish Upon a Star

Disclaimer: I do not own any, and I mean ANY of the Disney references in this fan fiction. They all belong to the most ingenious man that ever was, Walt Disney. And, I am not making any profit what-so-ever off of this fan fiction, and there is absolutely, positively no copyright infringement intended.

Bold face writing = Brooke

Bold italicized writing = the Other writer…

"Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight," the murmured words escaped out of the strawberry-pink lips of Brooke Summers. The fifteen year-old girl was kneeled at her window, her hands folded tightly and placed gently on the wooden sill. Her bright green eyes stared directly into the night sky, focused on her star. "Her star" was the second star to the right of the moon. It had always been "hers", ever since her grandmother "gave it to her" for her first birthday. Brooke believed it to be magical, because whenever she wished on it, the wish came true.

But it was very seldom that she was able to wish upon her star, and had only done about three times before this night in her entire lifetime. Because you see, when you make a wish upon a star, it has to be on the first star you see. And to purposely see her star first every night was an impossible task for Brooke. But tonight she had been lucky. And it was just in time to, for the woes of the present world were beginning to seep within her heart, growing her up and making her think about things she wouldn't normally think about. She needed this wish to come true.

"I wish I may, I wish I might," she continued with her prayer near-silently. "Have the wish I wish tonight." She only paused to take a breath, for she knew exactly what she wanted -needed- to wish for. "I wish for a place that I can escape to. I need a place where I can forget this god damned war, where I can relax and have fun and be a kid again."

She leaned her head on her folded hand, her eyes glassing over as she stared at her star. "Please, I need a place where I can be happy. My imagination, my fun perspective on life, my innocence is slipping away. My worst fear is coming true, I'm growing up. Oh please, I don't want to grow up. Please give me something to take me away so I can be happy. I don't want to grow up." And with those words she finished her prayer to her star and stood up in her place, never removing her eyes from her star.

Her eyes widened as she saw the star begin to pulsate, its light growing stronger and stronger. She gripped the window sill with both hands, leaning up against it to watch the phenomenon. The star pulsated one last time, and with sparkling light it died down once more to its original state. She took a sharp intake of breath, though it felt as if no air had reach her lungs. This miracle happened not with any other star but her own. And at that moment, she knew with the deepest depths of her heart…

Her wish had come true.

She looked around her, expecting that she would find herself in some far off land. Where? She didn't know. Maybe to Australia or New Zealand, nothing bad ever seemed to happen there. Or maybe, she would be transported to magical land, like the Pevensies were when they stepped through the wardrobe.

But, alas, she was still in her room with the lights out. She walked over to the light switch and turned on the light. All the light truly did was emphasize her realization that she was still only in her room. She opened the door and looked down the hallway. Everything appeared to be normal, and she found her hopes deflating.

The wishes don't always come true immediately, she reminded herself mentally, trying to keep her spirits up. It will come true, just in a form I won't expect.

"Yeah," she said out loud to herself. Maybe if she said it enough, it would be so. "It will come true, it will come true…" She repeated her words until she made herself believe them. She then turned off her light and flicked on her star nightlight before walking over to her bed. Tossing back the covers, she snuggled underneath of them. Lifting her pillow, she pulled out two stuffed animals.

One was a purple dragon wearing a wide grin on his face. His back ridges, claws, horns and underbelly were bright orange, contrasting greatly against the light purple. This was Figment, the imagination dragon. She had bought him back in February in Disney World while on a trip with her school's chorus and band trip.

The second was bright orange with a cream yellow underbelly and black stripes. Yes, the one, the only, Tigger. She held them close to her chest and kissed them goodnight before closing her eyes. If her brothers ever caught hold that she still slept with her stuffed animals (and kissed them goodnight), she would be taunted to no end.

The only image in her mind as she closed her eyes was of the pulsating star and how it returned to normal with a sparkling resonance. But soon the star became an eye, and the eye began to change to all different colors, the pupil of the eye changing to all different shapes…Brooke had slipped into a dream.

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The next morning she woke to the playing of Elvis Presley's "Hunk of Burning Love" from her cell phone alarm. She sat up grudgingly and turned it off, checking the time to find that it was six o' clock in the morning.

Stupid school, at least there were only a few days left.

Tossing off her covers, she hopped out of bed. She put Figment and Tigger under her pillow and quickly reorganized her bed so it appeared that no one had slept there the previous night.

As she readied herself for school, she slowly remembered the pulsating star. She wondered how and when her wish would come true. If it ever comes true, the pessimistic side of her brain stated gloomily.

"It will," she affirmed herself aloud.

"What will?" her seventeen year-old brother, Keith, asked as he jogged down the stares. Brooke thought quickly on her feet.

"It will rain today," she replied. "Or at least that's what the weather man said."

"The television's not on," Keith pointed out skeptically, looking to the television in the kitchen. "Are you feeling all right?"

"It was on," Brooke replied quickly, in a rushed manner. "But then I turned it off just before you came down here."

"Whatever," Keith replied with a raise of his eyebrows. It was obvious he had caught the almost nervous tone in Brooke's voice and became instantly suspicious. "As long as you're sure you're feeling all right."

"I'm fine, thanks," Brooke snapped in reply, returning to a normal tone that she would use with her brother if he kept pestering her in such a way. Keith merely shook his head in reply to her attitude and walked out the door.

"Oh, almost forgot," Brooke mumbled as she started for the door a few minutes later. She jogged back up to her room and grabbed her wallet. Checking that the twenty dollars that she had placed in there the night before hadn't been 'accidentally removed' by one of her brothers. It was still there, so she shoved it in her backpack and zipped up. Changing her gait from a walk to a jog, she left the house.

Her house was only a block away from her high school, which meant that she had to walk to school every day. Every day meant through rain, shine, snow, ice, everything. Today was a particularly scalding June the fifteenth, even at the early hour the sun beat down against her shoulders, barely covered by her royal blue camisole top. In the New York heat, it was very possible that she would have gotten a light burn, just from her jog to school. Oh, New York.

When she reached school she went straight to the school store to get a bottle of blue Gatorade and a bagel before going to homeroom. As soon as she entered she was engulfed by her friends Jen, Antonia and Melissa, who were all talking excitedly at her about something.

"Everyone stop talking!" she said loudly, not only silencing her friends, but the rest of her class also. They all looked over at her, wondering what her exclamation was about. She looked around the room quickly and then looked back at her friends. Before she continued, she waited for her classmates to continue their conversations first. "Okay, one at a time. I'm not magically inclined to be able to hear three people talking at once." All of her friends opened their mouths to begin speaking at the same time.

"Jen first," Brooke said quickly, picking Jen because she was the closest body to her. "And then Melissa, and then Toni." Melissa and Toni scowled, glaring at Jen.

"We found this on your desk when you walked in," Jen said excitedly, thrusting a piece of -what looked to be- parchment at her. Examining it more closely, Brooke found that it was indeed a piece of parchment, and raised one eyebrow, looking to Melissa.

"It says to meet whoever wrote it at the book sale during fourth period," she said quickly, her light blonde hair bobbing as she practically bounced with enthusiasm. "Behind the last bookshelf." Brooke then looked to Toni, who took her chance to answer.

"It's signed 'WD'," she said. "And I can only think of one 'WD' in our grade." All three of her friends leaned in close to Brooke and whispered "William Durow." In that moment, Brooke felt her heart flutter. Will Durow was the most handsome boy in their grade, and she had held the biggest crush on him since the beginning of eighth grade. She herself wasn't particularly popular, so he had never seemed to notice her. Could he have, at long last?

But something was fishy about the note. There was no way could Will write that neatly, and if Brooke's memory served her correctly, she believed him to have a girlfriend. Something just didn't seem right.

The image of the star pulsating started up again in her mind. She smiled at the note and folded it, tucking it securely in her pocket. Her wish was coming true, she could feel it. Maybe having a boyfriend like Will Durow would make her happy and take her mind off blasted Iraq…

"So are you going to go?" Melissa asked persistently. Brooke nodded her head with a wide smile curling her lips.

"Definitely."

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The clock hands seemed to move incredulously slow, the minutes dragging on as if they were hours. All Brooke wanted to do was get to fourth period and see who had left her the note. Of course she knew that Will Durow had the same initials as the ones on the note, but there had to be more than one 'WD' in the whole school. She couldn't understand why her star would give her a boy. After all, a boy could break her heart just as easily as he could take it.

This might just be luck, she thought to herself, tapping her pencil against her desk anxiously. Maybe my wish still has to come true. It was then that she realized she was getting ahead of herself, far too ahead of herself. The chances of the note turning out to be some sick, cruel, joke were a lot greater than the chances that Will actually wanted to meet her. Shaking her head to herself, she attracted a few glances from the students in the desks closest to hers. She looked to her friend, Michelle, who raised her eyebrows.

"Are you okay?" she mouthed. Brooke nodded and tapped her pocket, trying to show her friend that she was thinking about the note. Michelle nodded in recognition and pointed to the clock before turning around so their Global History teacher wouldn't yell at her. Brooke looked to the clock and smiled; there were only five more minutes left in the period. Soon enough she would figure out this note, and whether or not her wish had come true.

When the bell rang, Brooke practically jumped out of her skin. She had a free period, so she was free to take as long as she wanted at the book sale. She jogged through the hallway and towards the library, narrowly escaping the eyes of several teachers that would have yelled at her. When she got to the library she slowed to a walk, catching her breath to appear as she had not just run from the other side of the building. She popped a mint into her mouth and -as casually as possible- walked into the library.

Rows upon collapsible rows of temporary bookshelves were set up, filled with books for the students to buy. Glancing around, she saw that only a handful of other people were there. Pretending that something that something caught her eye, she made her way towards the back row.

A whole line of shelves blocked her way to getting behind it. She walked up the row and found no way to get behind it. Sighing, she walked down to the other end and sure enough, there was a small opening that led to the back of the library. It was definitely a tight squeeze, only about ten inches in width. She wasn't ten inches wide or in depth or anything, but she wasn't model-material. She had an equestrian's body with rather pronounced curves. And getting these curves to fit through a small space with no give would be difficult.

Sucking in as much breath as she could to compress herself, she started to slide herself in between the two shelves, her tote bag in the hand that was closest to the entrance. The squeeze wasn't as tight as she had imagined, but it definitely was uncomfortable. When she reached the end of the metal shelf, she discovered that every space behind it was filled with desks and chairs that usually filled the library. Groaning inwardly, she figured out how to maneuver herself to get onto the desk. She pulled her bag next to her and looked around.

No one was there.

The only thing there besides the desks and chairs was a slightly larger, leather-bound book. It was black with gold rope binding, seemingly sewed into the spine. A silver pen attached to a gold ribbon was coming out of the pages. Instantly intrigued, she crawled over, making sure to keep her head under the height of the metal book sale shelves. If the librarian caught her, there would be hell to pay. Keeping close to the table, she continued toward the book. When she reached it, she gasped.

In the lower right-hand corner, a name was imprinted in gold cursive lettering. HER name was imprinted into the leather bound book, though it didn't belong to her. Or did it? She opened the cover carefully, only to find it to be an empty journal. As she began to close it, she noticed a note had been left for her. It had been written in black ink that sparkled silver. Examining it closely, she read it;

Do you believe in magic, Brooke?

I have a feeling you do.

You wished on my star, and you're greatest wish is about to come true.

Take me back to your house, and we'll have a good chat, perhaps?

Oh, and use the pen I provided, will you?

I hope to talk to you soon.

W.D

Brooke raised her eyebrows and smiled broadly, closing the book and bringing it close to her chest in a tight hug. Thank you, thank you, thank you star! she exclaimed in her mind. Making sure the pen was attached securely to the book, she gently placed it in her bag and crawled back over to the to the library. Squeezing through, she appeared right in front of the librarian, Mrs. Rosaria.

"What were you doing behind bookshelves, Miss Summers?" she asked tersely, placing her sausage-fingered hands on her wide hips.

"I was playing with my pen and it flew over the shelves," Brooke lied quickly, hardly having to think about the legitimate sound of her fib. "I promise I didn't do any harm to anything back there, and if there is any damage done you can blame it on me." With that, she walked quickly toward the front of the library. To not appear suspicious to the cashier, she quickly grabbed the nearest book and brought it to the table where check-out had been set up.

"Interested in Disney, eh?" the cashier said as Brooke handed her the money for the book.

"Huh?" Brooke asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Walt Disney?" the cashier replied. She held up the book, showing her the book she had blindly taken from the shelf. The cover read;

A Man and a Mouse; The Biography of Walter Elias Disney

Brooke nodded without thinking. "Oh yeah," she replied, once again lying. "Big fan, big fan." She wasn't necessarily lying, she was a big fan of the Disney movies and Walt Disney World in Florida, but she had never took particular interest in the creator of it all, the man behind the mouse. The cashier smiled and nodded and gave her the change of twenty and the book. "Thank you," Brooke said, before placing the book in her tote, nearly jumping when her fingers brushed the leather covering of the journal.

She figured she would relax out in the courtyard eating area and wait for fourth period to end. What had felt like an eternity in the library had only been roughly eight minutes, she still had thirty-two to go.

She headed out to the picnic table and sat on the chair, leaning her back up against the table. She opened her bag and took out her new book, deciding to leave the journal for when she got home, as the note on the inside cover had told her to do.

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Brooke refrained from telling her friends about the journal. After all, if you told a wish, it wouldn't come true. And the fact that her wish was coming true in such a way was already too hard to believe. So instead, she told them that it was all a silly set up and she wasn't upset about it at all.

"Are you sure you're all right, Brooke?" Jen asked. "I know I wouldn't have been." Brooke shrugged and took a bite of her sandwich. She and her friends were outside during sixth period, enjoying lunch.

"Well I don't get down about boys," she replied in a cool tone. Her friends all tossed her looks of skeptical raised eyebrows. They knew her too well to believe a silly lie.

"What about back in November when you were all torn up because Leo-" a senior Brooke had met via the cross country team, the only boy able to get her mind off of Will "-didn't like you the way that you liked him?" Melissa pointed out while pushing a piece of Jen's long brown hair out of her face. Despite the heat and humidity, it was still a breezy day, though the breeze did nothing to cool them down. Though, it was a breeze none-the-less and Jen's hair kept flying away and into the face of either Melissa or Toni's face.

"That's a different story," Brooke snapped nervously. "I had liked Leo for much longer and I was almost positive that he liked me back." She quickly pulled out her biography on Walt Disney, trying to escape the subject. Before opening it, she added, "And I know for a fact that Will has a drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend. To top that, he probably doesn't even know I'm a girl, the guy's so slow." She swiftly opened the book and hid behind it, beginning to read. She didn't want anymore of the subject.

"You're being awfully protective now, Brookie," Toni observed. "What are you hiding from us?"

"Nothing, nothing," Brooke replied with a wave of her hand. "Do you really believe I want to talk about what happened in November?" She dropped her voice lower. "Maybe that wound's still a bit raw." That was a lie. She and Leonardo Giovanni were friends now, and she didn't want to change that. But if her friends would drop the subject that might lead her to slip something about the book and cause her to loose her wish, she would willingly lie.

The more she thought about it, she realized that she had lied a lot today…

"Oh," Jen said. "Sorry."

"Yeah," Melissa added. "Sorry. How about a change of subject?" She looked around, as if that subject were to jump out and bite her on the nose. "Hey," she said, pointing to Brooke's book. "Walt Disney has the same initials as Will. Maybe Walt wrote the note." She was smiling jokingly, and Brooke chuckled briefly before retreating behind her book.

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"I've got a ton of homework tonight, mum," Brooke called down the hallway of her house, adding a false Australian accent on 'mom'. "I won't be able to get to the vet's today." Brooke volunteered at a local veterinarian's office, as she aspired to become a vet herself when she was older. She was lying to her mother though, she just wanted an explanation to stay in her room and explore the journal.

"Okay then, hun," her mother, Ann, replied. "Do you want me to bring you up a snack?"

"Sure," Brooke replied. "Just knock first. I might be changing." Another lie, but a small one. She closed her door and pulled the black journal from her bag. She flopped down onto her bed, lying down on her stomach. She opened the book in front of her. Taking out the pen, she uncapped it to discover it was an old-fashioned fountain pen and wondered if she would have to get ink for it.

Very carefully, she opened a new page and put her pen to the paper. She wrote:

April 17, 2008

Hello, my name is Brooke Summers.

The ink appeared in a shining silver. Slowly, it sunk into the page and disappeared. She gasped, checking the page behind it. "How Harry Potter-ish is that?" she mumbled to herself.

Hello, hello, Brooke.

Brooke had to put a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from squealing out loud and alarming her parents or older brothers. She kept her eyes locked on the page and more words materialized.

My name is Walt Disney.

Brooke was quick to respond.

Are you serious? How could you-?

Her sentence was cut off as new letters in Walt's cursive appeared.

Have you ever heard of Disney Magic?

Yes, well of course I have. Who hasn't?

Very true. But an even more important question: do you believe in it?

Brooke hesitated momentarily, thinking quickly about her answer before putting the pen back to the paper and writing assuredly:

Yes.

Good, because there is no way you could do this while you weren't even believing in what you were doing!

What will I be doing?

Turn the page.

But there was nothing there before…

Disney Magic.

But…

I thought you told me that you believed in Disney Magic?

Oh, all right then, I'll turn the page.

Capping the pen, she pulled it away from the page and turned it.

She couldn't believe that she was still surprised by what she saw. She couldn't believe that after all that had happened, she still found it unexpected that there were words on the next page.

The Grand Adventures

Table of Contents

Chapter One - Into Wonderland

Quickly, Brooke uncapped her pen again and quickly scribed her next question for Walt:

Is this some kind of magical story book?

Even better. This is your kind of magical story book.

Author's Note: Yeah, I did some revisions. Nothing much, really, just some snipping here, some cutting there, some pasting and some re-writing all over the place. I hope you liked it!