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Chapter 1: Magic and Mystery

Rachel sighed as she finished packing her bag. She didn't want to leave, but she had to. Strange things had been happening to her. Her Principal had been yelling at her, when all of a sudden, he ballooned up, right in front of her. She had suddenly found herself at home when the boys at school had been making fun of her. But the strangest thing of all, was that noone remembered these things happening. A month ago, she had started planning.

She had taken out small amounts of money from her bank account, and now had all of it. She had packed her bags, started with ten, but had since narrowed it down to only her back pack and wallet. Both were so full of things, that they were about to burst.

She put on layers of clothes, even though it was only August. She was going to solve this mystery, and didn't know when she'd be back.

Rachel looked at the door behind her, and knew what she had to do. Hoping that her mother would find the note, Rachel set out towards the airport.

She hated planes with a passion, but it was the only thing to do, since she had an inexplicable urge to go to England. She didn't know why she did it, and often wondered about it afterwards, but she bought a midnight ticket to England, London England to be exact.

She sat down, nervously awaiting flight 813 to be called.

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Rhianna looked away from the desperate face that was searching her.

"You aren't mad, are you?" The face asked. Rhianna searched her mind. What had she done? How could he be doing this to her? They had been going out for three years now, everyone had said they were a good couple. He had been so nice, and now this? How could he hurt her so much, and be so calm? Sure, weird things had been happening. But they had always shrugged it off and called it 'magic' created by their love. She needed to get away from him, think it over, then decide what to do. She couldn't think about it now.

"Are you mad at me?" The voice asked again. She thought why she should be, but it was pointless.

"No," was all that she said. Her now ex-boyfriend breathed an audible sigh of relief and left. I have to get out of here, was all she could think of. She numbly took a taxi to the airport, and boarded a plane to someplace in Canada. From there, she realized she had to get further away. There was nothing left for her in America.

She closed her eyes and moved her finger over a list of international flights. When she opened her eyes, her finger was on the flight to England. She absentmindedly bought a ticket for flight 813 and sat down. She was coming out of shock, and realized that she was going to board a plane. Rhianna started to shake nervously.

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Tears streamed out of Stephanie's eyes as she waved goodbye to her house and her sleeping family. She decided it was best, for if anyone ever found out, she would never get a moment's rest.

She had been getting angry at the supper table last night, when all of a sudden, all of the plates had broken. It wasn't the only weird thing, either. Last week, in school, she had been searching her bag for her homework. Then, she had realized that it was at home, she was sure. But when she had looked up, it was sitting on her binder, as if it had been there all along.

Needless to say, if the press ever found out, her private life would be gone. So she wiped away a tear, and went along her way. She found a piece of paper fluttering around, and picked it up. It was a plane ticket for England... 5:00. Too bad, she thought, when she realized that it was too late. Then an idea hit her. She started towards the airport, possibilities forming in her mind.

"May I help you?" a woman at the counter asked. Stephanie realized with a start that she was at the airport. She gave the ticket to the teller, and was about to speak when the woman interrupted her.

"Oh! I see! I'll exchange this ticket for the next flight... 813... there." She handed Stephanie the ticket. "Have a nice night!"

Stephanie mumbled her thanks and sat down, waiting for flight 813 to be called.