BTW THIS IS MY FIRST STORY SO I HOPE YOU LIKE AND IF YOU DON'T THEN GIVE ME SOME ADVICE ON HOW I CAN IMPROVE IT.

CHAPTER 1

Beginning of an Adventure

For many years, you could hear a scream coming from the old girl's locker room at school. No one ever dared to step into the locker room. Only one person was ever seen going into the locker rooms but never seen coming out. Her imagination got the best of her, but only I knew that. She had a wild imagination. Her brown hair sticking up whenever she had an idea. Her green eyes widening when she smiled and her little dimples popping out when she laughed. I loved her laugh. It sounded like a goat mixed with a bunny, if that makes sense.

She's always wearing a different outfit. One day she'll be wearing a blue top and jeans or the next day, a pink floral dress. Today, she's wearing her favourite leather jacket and her favourite denim skirt with white high-tops. No one knows how she changes.

She loved a good mystery, who knew she would become one. It was scary whenever I walked into the locker rooms, but lately, it feels colder than before. I'm scared of her. I need to talk to her, but how?

I understand how she feels, I've been in her position and I need to help her, but again, how?

When I was thirteen, I was bullied into doing something I am not proud of. It caused many people grief and sorrow. I locked myself in my bedroom for five days crying and screaming at myself. I know that it won't make up for what I did. I'm the reason that they call it the old locker rooms.

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I told her that I wouldn't tell anyone, that it was our little secret, but how much longer can I keep this secret? She sits there staring at the wall, thinking. Who knows what she thinks about. Every day, every minute, thinking.

They call her a freak, crazy, mad. I call her Issi. her real name is Isabelle Rayes, I don't know why they call her a freak. I think of her as special not mad. Not that my opinion matters, I'm known as the freaks freakish friend. Something weird is going on in the girl's locker room but all I know is that it is changing Issi. She's quiet and calm but on the inside she's screaming.

I've come up with a plan to transport myself into her imagination.

Firstly, I will need to create my sleeping potion, Secondly get Issi to drink potion, Thirdly I will create a potion to jump into Issi's mind, Fourthly I will destroy the memory of what I did from Issi's mind and lastly I will make my wrong a right.

So first I need to create my sleeping potion.

Ingredients:

Frogs eyes (gross)

Snake spit (even grosser)

Tears (not so gross)

Blue dust

Green dust

Urine (very grossssss)

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Time for action

3 hours later (said in SpongeBob voice)

"I'VE DONE IT", people all around the world will say "Shay Grinberg created the sleeping potion".

I'm going to give it to Issi in her morning tea that I bring her. Even a 'freak' needs her morning cup `a tea. Hopefully she doesn't spot the two kilos of glitter I used. I know that I bring her tea but how does she get food and water?

"Phew" she didn't notice it but she's not falling asleep. Wait, its working. As her best friend, it's my duty to make sure she is safe while I climb inside her brain and look into her imagination. Now all I need to do is make my potion so that I can actually get inside her brain, her eldritch, crazy, amazing brain.

I probably should have only given her the potion after I made the other one so that she doesn't wake up during my little adventure IN HER BRAIN! I took a few quick breaths (in case you don't know, that was me, FREAKING OUT).

Maybe I will just make a new potion and jump in her brain tomorrow. I hope my mom has time to tell me a strange story of mystery and suspense. I think my choices are, Cinderella, Snow White, Red Riding Hood, Beauty and the beast and Sleeping Beauty. I'm gonna choose… Cinderella.

2 hours later (said in SpongeBob voice)

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"Shay, time for bed" screamed my annoying mom with her annoying boyfriend twirling her vexatious hair so ANNOYINGLY. "hee hoo hee hoo".

I cannot stand her new boyfriend Pete, he bosses me around and I have a feeling that he is not being completely honest with my mom but there's nothing I can do about it. I'm gonna go do my teeth. With Pete in the house, I rarely get to do my teeth without him getting in the way.

Its finally time for my night time story. Tonight's story is Cinderella.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Ella. She lived with her obnoxious stepsisters and her mean stepmother. One day the four of them got an invite to the most bodacious party thrown by his majesty the king, so that his son could find a wife. The stepmother agreed that if Ella could finish her chores in time for the ball she could come. Once she was finished she was able to go but she first had to clean up herself and find a dress. Unluckily her ugly stepsisters saw her with cinder on her face and began calling her Cinderella. Although she was upset, she continued to alter her mother's dress. Her stepsisters then destroyed her dress leaving her broken and depressed. She goes outside and cries.

"I don't blame her" my mother interrupted.

In a moment of seconds, her fairy godmother appeared and transformed her dress into a ball gown, her mice into horses and a pumpkin into a carriage. There is a one problem, When the clock strikes midnight, your dress, your carriage and horses will transform back to their normal figures. She is whisked off to the ball and is chosen to dance with his majesty the prince. As the night draws to an end, the clocks strikes midnight and Cinderella runs off before her dress and carriage disappear.

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"I think that is enough for one night". "Goodnight mother" she kisses me goodnight and I immediately fall asleep. I dream of what Issi's imagination is like. Rainbows and ponies or spiders and snakes? I never realized how one person can cause another person such…What's the word? Doesn't matter but maybe one day I'll know the word.

I think it's time to go to bed.

(the next morning)

I want to go inside Issi's brain but it feels wrong and I don't do well will guilt. Again, I will slip the potion into her tea and hope it works.

Luckily she doesn't t suspect a thing and she's beginning to doze but I don't think I'm ready to do this. I need to tell someone but I can't. This would be the perfect time to have more than one friend. I wish I could tell my dad but he's in a meeting. He's friends with president of the United States of America.

Dear Diary

JULY 12 2017

They say you can tell your mom anything but what if me telling my mom ends in me losing her. I will not lose another person because I told them what I was going to do, knowing that they would try stop me. I want to tell my mom;

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I really do but I will not put her in danger because I am taking a MASSIVE risk (emphasis on MASSIVE).

In a few months, a dance will be held at my school and I really want Dean Panol to ask me to the dance, but who can blame him if he doesn't. He's only the most popular, cute, funny, amazing boy in the world. His blonde hair waving in the wind as I stare at his blue eyes, drooling. Did I mention how cute he is. "EEEEEE" (that was me EEEEEEing, AKA squealing).

I need to make my quick and easy transportation potion. I still feel really guilty but there's no way I can turn back.

It's now or never to climb into Issi's brain.

On my marks… Get set… Go… inside her brain. (I know that it's cheezy but…)

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