There were no two ways about it: my life was pretty boring. My friends and I had nothing to do, except maybe sitting at bus stop and laughing at weirdly dressed people. Mean, maybe, but hey – we lived in a damn boring town. We stpent our weekends discussing what it would be like to have more exciting lives, how the moment we turned eighteen we would be gone for good and out of this place.
Since our town was so boring, we were into some pretty weird-ass stuff. There was this one old bookshop that we loved, and I swear the owener was perpetually stoned or something, beut there were some really crazy-ass books there. Basically, we dabbled in the occult.
We spent our weekends either at bus stops or sleeping over at each other's whouses, trying out these spells that we knew would never work. You know, communicating with the dead and undead, trying to tell the future, your basic ofcccult experience for beginners. Thing is, we didn't count on it one day coming true...
We were at my house this time (ut was on a rotational system mostly, though I hadnt had a turn at my house for a while because of renovatios) and we were sitting in a circle on the floor.
"Oh spirits of the other worle, I invoke you!
Let us see your wisdoma nd hear your words."
I chanted, breathing in the scent of the incense. My friends gasped as a cloud of smoke surrounded my head. "Relax, guys. I blew my allowance on a kick-ass smoke machine," I laughed. My friend Hannah pushed her long blonde hair out of her face and said, "It's not funny, you know. We were seriously worried that something bad was happeneing there. You could of suffocated."
"You're such a wimp, Hannah", said BriAnne, her dark brown eyes twinkleing, "I want to get to the good stuff."
"There IS no good stuff, you know that," sighed Rhilissa. She was the only one of us who wasn't so into the whole magic stuff, in real life at least. She loved reading about it, but then again she loved reading anything she could poke her glasses-adorned nose into.
"well thanks for interrupting my invcantation guys. I thought I might have been getting somewhere but now I have to start again.
O spirits of the other world, I invoke you!
Let us see your wisdom and hear your words.
Do not hide yourselves shrouded in darkness
Guide us with your presence and help us
Through the night,
And grant our wishes to put this world to right."
We all closed our eyes, even Rhilissa, and made a wish.
I wish to be in a world of magic, and fantasy, and excitement. I wish to be in the world of Harry Potter.
As we drifted off into a deep, spell-induced sleep, the cotgs in the world were turning in such a way that nothing would ever be the same, ever again.