This is my first fairytale story. I was inspired by dreams and the color fairy books (look at my profile). Thanks to my friends!!
Disclaimer- I own nothing...
Dedication- To my friends that allowed me to insert them!! (I still changed their names)
"I really don't think we should be doing this." said Lisa, peeking out from behind of her friend at the small white house in front of them. It was a nondiscrept little cottage, except the wondow was filled with a neon sign that read "Madame Weagly, Palms, Cards and the Occasional Magick" Kelly was also apprehensive, but one of the trio was not. Ren looked at the house with cold eyes. She was the one who had suggested that they go here, and had even driven everyone there.
She ignored her friends frightened vibes and marched up the white-washed stairs leading to a door. Kelly and Lisa looked at each other before hurrying after her. They pushed open the door and entered. As soon as the door shut, they were plungded into near darkness, only a few candles upon cresent moon cafe tables glowing fleebly. Ren was already sitting on a black armchair, glaring at the beaded entrance to the inner sactum. Kelly and Lisa sat gingerly on poufs and made light conversation about the movie they wanted to see that weekend. Ren didn't join in the conversation, she just stared at the beaded curtain. Cinammon and jade incense smoke swirled about.
Soon, Madame Weagly came out, beaded shawl across her shoulders, many bracelets dangling from her wrists and a star pendant hanging from her neck. Before she could say a word, Ren had stood up and was standing in front of her. Madame smiled, and stood aside to allow Ren first into the hallway lined with red fabic and mirrors. Ren walked into the room, sat down a armchair next to an oversized coffee table, with a table cloth of deep midnight blue with gold moons and stars. She glanced back at the Madame who was coming into the room with a lantern that leaked jade insense.
"What may I do for you tonight, my dear? The cards, your palm-?"
"I want magick." said Ren, looking directly into the Madame's eyes. The Madame paused. She looked into Ren's eyes and saw object determination.
"What type?" asked the Madame, setting the lantern down and going over to a wood and glass bookcase. Ren watched her open the glass doors and pull down a very thick, very old, very dusty book. She walked over, fingering the spine.
"Rip out my heart." Madame froze, her eyebrows raised.
"You do realize what you are asking, no?" said the Madame, opening her book and running her finger down the index. She stopped halfway down the page and looked back up into Ren's furious hazel glare.
"Yes, I do. Rip out my heart. I don't want to feel this anymore. This...this...ugh, I don't even know what to call it. Just rip it out!"
The Madame laid the book open on the table, complicated graphs and incantations looking up into her face. "If I do this, then the boy who caused this feeling must come back and get your heart back."
"A boy?" laughed Ren, unconvincingly. "Who said it was a-?"
"I know the symtoms dear, having suffered from them quite a few times in my youth. Now, as I said, the boy who caused the pain must come to take back what is gone and you shall overlook this memory until your heart has been returned. Now...sleep..."
At least a week later...
"What is with Ren these days?" demanded Sara, one of the lunch crew, glancing over at the different Ren that was sitting all by herself on a bench, slowly eating. "Why doesn't she eat or even talk to us anymore?"
Lisa and Kelly looked at each other.
"Ever since that mystic's place..." said Kelly, chewing her sandwich.
"I wish I knew what happened back in that room." said Lisa, twisting her Mountain Dew in her hands.
"What mystic?" said Sara, rolling her eyes. "No that fraud Madame Weagly. Please."
"Yes. We went there last week and a day later, Ren started acting so very strange."
"Why would she go to that mystic's place?" asked Adam, picking blackberry seeds out of his teeth.
"We all know that it has something to do with Tony." replied Kelly. They all turned their heads and observed Tony sitting in front of the library, surrounded by many girls (and more than a few boys), laughing and joking. Kelly, Sara, Lisa and Adam all shook their heads.
Ren and Tony had been great friends in ninth grade, sharing three classes together. They shared math homework, went to movie primeres, joked and laughed. Then Tony had changed. He started to ignore Ren, left her phone-calls unanswered, gave her the cold shoulder in the hallways and talked to others about her. She and he still had to be in the same productions. He'd flirt with her, then go with some other chick, breaking Ren's heart. Then he'd go to her to whine about his ex, and then the whole cycle would start all over again.
Ren's feelings had finally exploded in the middle of the common's area the week before and her friends had to practically tackle her to keep her from leaping on Tony. They dragged her away and she barely escaped with her perfect record in tact. Later that night, she bemoaned her fate to a tub of Ben and Jerry's Raspberry Fudgey Swirl, and then she remembered the Madame's sign...
Shall I continue...?
