Chap 2 - The mirror
Will had woken up at sunrise like every morning as quickly got dressed into a pare of baggy track pants and sweat shirt, it was always cold in the orphanage in winter and Will was grateful for that as she could then wear as many baggy clothes as she liked without getting scolded at that she would never get adopted if she didn't dress like a lady. But in Will's opinion she would never get adopted for people only liked the younger children. Plus she really didn't want to get adopted.
Will was standing in the lounge room once again sitting in front of Madam Lucy the women that owned the orphanage. She didn't care for Will that much, in her opinion Will would never get adopted for she refused to act and dress like a lady.
Will was wrong when she thought she wouldn't get scolded for wearing baggy warm clothes because it was winter.
Right at that very second Madam Lucy was yelling at her about the same things she yelled about every day.
Your hairs to short, your clothes are to baggy, you act like a tomboy, you have no respect for the way you look. And so on and so forth.
Will wished that she could just disappear and maybe find a place where she would actually be wanted. But she rarely got what she really wanted.
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Hiding was something Will was good at. And the attic was a great place to hide. Not to mention it was full of fascinating things. There were old dusty books, shelves lined with random bits of what most people would call junk. Chests full of old clothes and a lot more.
Will was sitting in the middle of a circle that was made up of chests full of beautiful gowns/clothes and jewellery. She liked to play dress up even though she was fifteen. It made her feel like someone else for a while. She was pulling dresses and blouses out of the chests while finding jewellery that matched.
She was digging through a deep chest when something caught her eye. It looked silky and shinny. Gently pulling it out from under a big black cloak she saw what it was. It was a beautiful gown, it was the lightest blue colour almost white like a pearl colour. The top of the dress was what looked like a corset from there it flowed down flaring out a swirling around. It was the most beautiful this Will had ever seen.
Most people wouldn't think that Will liked this type of clothing but she liked to wear it every now and then when people weren't looking. Quickly glancing around the room making sure she was alone even though she knew no other person came up here. She started to pull her baggy clothes off so she was down to her bra and underwear. She slid into the beautiful gown surprisingly it fit her better than any other garment of clothing she had ever tried on. It was like it was made for her. She glanced into a old cracked mirror leaning against a wardrobe and gasped. She looked completely different. This was not the Will that she let everyone see, this was the real Will.
A small smile slip onto her lips.
She started to rummage in the trunks again looking for shoes. A surprisingly she found ones that matched perfectly. They were like sandal high heals that had straps that went up your legs. She slid them on before dropping the dress back down so it hit the floor.
Half an hour later she was standing in front of the cracked mirror with the same small smile on her lips that had not left them once for it had only gotten bigger. Her hair was dead straight like always just hitting her shoulders, she had a cord around her head that was the same light blue/white pearl colour as the dress it had dangling jewels hanging all around it. It looked like a type of gorgeous grown. She had dangly earrings in that were the same colour that had pure white tinny pearls on them. She had a matching bracelet and chocker necklace.
She couldn't believe how different she looked. But she knew sadly it would all come to an end soon, when she would have to leave the attic before Madam Lucy came looking for her.
Sighing to herself the smile died from her lips as she reached to take her crown off. But before her fingers even touched its surface she stopped for something caught her eye. But this time it wasn't something silky and shinny. This time it was a light and it seemed to be glowing.
Turning from the mirror she started to walk through the attic trying to avoid running into anything. She stopped in front of something that was covered by a large sheet. The glow was coming out from the sides of the sheet.
Nervously reaching out her hand she yanked the sheet away to be forced to cover her eyes from the sudden ray of light. Slowly opening her eyes she realised she was standing in front of a door that had a mirror on it. She turned the knob on the door to reveal nothing special, all the tiny cupboard held was junk. Closing the door she stood there confused looking at herself in the mirror.
Where had the bright glowing light gone?
Shrugging it off she was about to turn away but again stopped. Looking deeper into the mirror she suddenly screamed and fell over onto the ground. She was no longer looking at her reflection but she was looking at what looked like an island it was more beautiful than the dress she was wearing. But one question rang through her mind.
How the hell did that get into the mirror?
Slowly getting off the floor she took a step closer to the mirror and looked at its frame closer. At the top of the frame carved very ruff into the wood were the words 'Faith Trust Pixie Dust' she raised an eyebrow at this.
"Faith Trust Pixie Dust?" Will whispered and as soon as the words left her lips she regretted it. For the light that had disappeared suddenly reappeared in a flash. And this time it started to surround her and before she knew what was fully happening she was pulled forward. She waited for the impact to come with the mirror but surprisingly it didn't. And then she slipped into unconsciousness.
