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The Big Black Book

Chapter 7:

Jeanette's Struggle

Alvin ran home as quickly as his legs would let him. I don't know what's going on; this is all too much for me. The thought screamed through his head as his house came into sight. He smiled and started trying to run faster. His hand finally landed on their door handle. He stopped to catch his breath. He tugged the door open and ran up to his room. "Simon!" He screamed up the stairs. He yanked open the door and saw Simon sitting at his desk. A piece of charcoal was in his hand and he was sketching on a big pad of paper.

"Alvin opened the mirror and looked at the reflection inside. "Good, you're still in there." Alvin whispered. She rolled her eyes.

"Of course I am, where else do I have to go?" She spat back at him in a harsh whisper. Simon perked up from his drawing.

"Aw, Alvin, I was wondering where you'd run off to." He explained, setting down the drawing book. Alvin got a good look at the page.

"Whoa…" He said, he heard the reflection gasped too. "Si that's" Simon smiled and showed it to him.

"Yeah, It's Jeanette from our date late night, I couldn't really sleep or get her off of my mind. Alvin flipped through roughly fifteen drawings of her in different poses and even in the outfit from yesterday. They were eerily accurate and visually stunning.

"Si… they're… beautiful." Alvin admitted. "You're really caught up on her aren't you?" Alvin took this minute to pry for information.

"Yeah, I guess I am. She just won't leave my head. Every time I close my eyes, there she is. Turning in that test, walking through the halls of the school, Being so…" Simon trailed off, lost in his thoughts.

"Whacko…" The reflection whispered. Alvin rolled his eyes.

"Si, focus." He snapped his fingers in front of Simon and pulled him back down to earth. "When did you notice Jeanette catch your eye?" Alvin asked him. Simon looked up at the ceiling, deep in thought.

"Umm… well, she really caught my eye when she finished that test in a few seconds the other day.

"Oh yuck." Alvin heard the reflection whisper. He rolled his eyes.

"So… you suddenly noticed she existed?" Alvin asked. Simon smiled and shook his head.

"Of course not, I have always noticed Jeanette; I've just never really had any courage to do anything. Then when she took the reins…" Simon trailed off again. Alvin clapped his hands.

"So, you think you're suddenly in love?" Alvin asked. Now I'm getting somewhere! Simon looked at the ground and kicked at the dirt that wasn't there.

"Well, what is love really?" Simon asked. Alvin rolled his eyes.

"Oh, don't get all philosophical on me Simon, do you think you've fallen in love with her in the last few days?!" Alvin practically shouted at her. Simon sat back and smiled.

"Yes." Simon finally announced after a minute of thought.

Jeanette sat and meditated in the blizzard. Her mind was blank, like a slate of nothingness. So why wasn't everything fixed? She broke her concentration as anger filled her mind and consequently fueled her magic. She screamed and shot a fireball into the air. "Why hasn't this been figured out, what am I not getting?!" She screamed again into the air. The question came back at her, louder, distorted and mocking. She held her hands to her ears and fell to the ground. She felt tears leaving her face again. "Why did I ever skip class? Why did I get tied up with this stuff?" She whispered. There was no answer. She sighed and smiled at the same time.

"At least my reflection isn't here to fight with me. I wonder how things are going out there. How long have I been in here?" She felt her heart racing. "What if I never get out of here?" She felt lightning shoot from her hands and into the air around her. It dissipated quickly. "I suppose I can use this time for some practice. Time to put it into reality and rip it from the pages." Jeanette said as she stood and smiled determinedly.

Alvin felt the sweat in his palms. He licked his lips. "Okay Si, if you're in love with her… you must be in a pretty good mood?" Alvin questioned. Simon grinned from ear to ear and nodded slowly. "Good, can you do me a favor?" Simon cocked his head.

"What do you need Alvin?" Simon interrogated. There's the old Si.

"Oh, Britt and I had a fight…"

"Oh, how unexpected…" Simon feigned surprise. Alvin bit back an insult.

"Well, I found her compact in my room. I want you to smash it; I just can't bring myself to." He explained. Simon cocked an eyebrow.

"Okay…" Simon agreed. He handed him the compact and smiled. Simon snapped the plastic covering in two and snapped the mirror part in half.

"Si!" Alvin yelled. He watched as Simon hit the ground, holding his head. He saw the reflection come out of the mirror like a wisp and fade away into a wind that wasn't carried by a breeze. Simon's eyes fluttered as he looked up at him.

"Alvin, what… what happened? And why do I…" Simon began and then was interrupted as his head went into a trashcan. Alvin cringed but rubbed his back.

"Everything should be alright now." Alvin reassured.

Jeanette raised another shard of ice with a small wave of her hand. Focus, form, aim and… There was a kachunk as the shard of ice embedded itself into a rock a few yards away. She focused and made herself feel small, weightless like a feather and moved her legs. She smiled when they didn't hit the ground; she opened her eyes and kicked to fly upwards. She squealed and soared, letting the wind rush through her. After roughly what felt like a few hours, Jeanette landed. She leaned against the rock, trying to get her breath back.

"Having fun?" She was pulled from her daze. "I'm back." Her reflection pointed out. Jeanette nodded.

"Okay, so shouldn't I be out of here now?" she huffed. Her reflection shook her head. Jeanette screamed in anguish and threw a fireball into the air. "This is so INFURIATING!" She felt her skin start to itch. Then she felt a hand on her and she felt that she was being pulled into a tight hug. Her anger subsided. She felt the itching in her skin dwindle and dissipate too.

"I can't have you wolfing out on me. Not now, it's too crucial." Her reflection grumbled. Jeanette pulled herself free from her reflection's grasp.

"So why am I not out of here?" She queried. Her reflection smiled.

"Finally the questions." Her reflection chuckled. "What's the difference between you and me?"

"You're about six inches taller, have longer hair and make-up and dress like a Harry Potter character, seriously what was I think…" Jeanette started before her reflection interjected.

"I'm comfortable with who I am!" She spat back at her, smoldering a ball of blue fire that formed in her hand. Jeanette looked down at the ground.

"But, I've NEVER been comfortable with who I am." She stipulated. She looked up and saw that crooked smile.

"Well, who are you?" The question struck her as odd.

"Jeanette Miller, seventeen year old Junior, one of the Chipettes, a straight A student, and…" She listed off without a second thought. Her reflection shook her head and waved her hands in front of her.

"No, WHO are you?" Her reflection reiterated. Jeanette thought for a moment, looking around the wasteland. A smile crossed her lips and she stared straight into her reflection's eyes.

"I'm both of us, Jeanette Miller. I'm a brilliant woman and powerful witch." She declared. Her reflection laughed, throwing her head back and cackling into the wind. Jeanette felt her skin crawling. She looked down and saw that it looked like she was phasing out of existence. "What's happening?!" she screamed. Her reflection looked the same way. Jeanette felt her skin burning and almost like it was getting flayed off. It wouldn't stop no matter how much she screamed. When the pain finally subsided, it felt like days, she looked down and saw no real change. She stood. She tested out if everything was still in working order and looked around. I think it's time to go home.

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