Hey guys, my name is Jasmine!

I've read FanFiction for years, but I never bothered to make my own account.

I was kind of like a ghost, lingering around the halls, peeking into every room. Ya know?

But now I've decided to make my own FanFiction! :D

I am OBSESSED with the TV show Mr. Young, and I even have a Youtube Channel which is pretty much filled with a bunch of Mr. Young fan videos that I upload ^_^ My username is "Jazziecandyswirlypop''! Anyways, this is my very first FanFiction, so don't be too harsh! :D Let's get on with it! ALLEZ!


When I first met her, it was like magic.

I know scientists are the most disapproving of that term, as science itself defies the presence of wizardry and such curious happenings. The logical hypotheses questions them, the conclusions drawn from a life's dedication of research banishes them.

Why did the apple fall from the tree?

"Gravity", Isaac Newton would crow.

No, not a whimsical band of fairies tugging at your legs to keep you from floating away into the atmosphere.

Gravity.

When I first met Echo, it wasn't like that.

Not just the concept of gravity, but the concept of logic. Of knowledge and reason.

As a boy who had completed post secondary education by the age of 14, I ought to be bursting with logic. Gremlins and dwarves and castles in the sky had vanished from my mind the very second science had entered. Science had planted a seed in my mind, a seed that would blossom and grow into something unquantifiable in my life. Knowledge and reason was all I knew.

But when I saw Echo…

Her lustrous chestnut locks, falling in thick curls, brushing her collarbones as she plunged into the classroom. Her eyes, wild and bright, lips parted slightly in a panicked expression.

"I know I'm late!" She hollered frantically, grasping her books firmly in her delicate hands. "But I was on the bus… when a flock of bats, swooped down, and…" she trailed off as realization hit like a train.

"Oh." She broke into a carefree grin. "The teacher's not even here yet."

And she was right. I wasn't there anymore. Physically, yes. I was standing, staring, inching closer without meaning to. An undeniable force was pulling me towards her, only it wasn't applied force, it was stronger, like magnets with opposite charges.

It was like an invisible rope had been fastened to my waist, and she was pulling slowly on it, drawing me to her inch by inch.

It was as if someone had thrown me off an airplane, and I was soaring through the clouds, blinded by the blazing sun.

Almost like someone had replaced my heart with a balloon.

Like I had drunk a fizzy potion that made my head want to burst into confetti, made my hands shake and shiver with excitement.

It was exactly like chemistry.

No, not chemistry.

Magic.

And from that moment on, everything changed.