Harley groaned from the sunlight that peeked through her windows. Mornings were her least favorite part of the day. She rolled out of her bed and stumbled to her closet to grab some clothes. A black t shirt and some jean shorts.

"Harley hurry up!" Her mom called from the living room. "You have 5 minutes to be outside!" Harley rolled her eyes.

"Coming!" She ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth and all the knots out of her hair. Finishing the rest of her routine the moments of yesterday came flooding back. All the color drained from her face. What if the FBI showed up at her door? Her parents would think she was crazy. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, walking out the door to begin her walk.

"Bye!" Her mom shouted. Harley cringed.

"Bye," she said, a bit more quietly.

No alley for me today, Harley thought to herself. She was going to avoid that thing at all costs. She dodged the other kids who were walking, trying to be by herself. The kids were annoying. She had tried to be friends with them once, but they just made fun of her and tried to get her to drink and smoke. She immediately refused and left the group.

As she was walking she just couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her. Her breath caught in her throat, but she pushed herself to keep walking. After a while the feeling grew and she whirled around. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a boy try to hide behind a building but failed. She caught sight of blond hair... the same color of the boy who saw her yesterday.

She walked slowly and cautiously to the boy.

"What are you doing following me around you creep?" She demanded. The boy looked up at her. Her heart stopped. He looked like a freaking model. So did the boy beside him. They couldn't be real. They belonged in a movie. The blonde's eyes were a light blue, with a touch of brown in the middle. The black haired boy's eyes were sharp and a silvery teal.

"We weren't following you," Black Hair said to her. She narrowed her eyes.

"That's why you're hiding huh?" He looked to Blondy for help.

"Listen, we just needed help going to the school. We were too shy to ask, so we just followed you," Blondy told her. Harley put her hands on her hips.

"M-hm." She didn't believe a word.

"Seriously. I mean, it's hard to talk to a pretty girl." He winked at her. She wrinkled her nose.

"Excuse me?" Black Hair hit him with his elbow.

"Ow!" Blondy cried.

"He didn't mean that," Black Hair said. "Not that you're not pretty. I mean... it's just.." Harley bit back a grin. "Nevermind."

"What are your names?" She questioned.

"Well, my name is Wynn," Blondy said, "and this is my best friend Kenric. Or Ricky as we call him." Ricky shyly waved. "What's your name?"

Harley hesitated before answering. She didn't know them. "Harley," she replied after a moment. "Are you two new here?"

"You could say that," Wynn answered. Harley tilted her head in confusion. Ricky laughed nervously.

"What he means is, we moved here a while ago but don't know our way to the school," Ricky corrected, sending Wynn a death glare. Harley stared at them.

"How old are you two?" Harley asked them.

"We're both 14, but I'm happy to say I'm 5 months older," Wynn told her with a smirk. Harley rolled her eyes. This dude was going to be annoying. "Hey!" Wynn cried.

"What?" Harley asked.

"N-nothing." She furrowed her eyebrows. What the heck was going on.

"Did we see you in the alley yesterday?" Ricky asked her. Harley didn't answer.

Just say no, Harley thought.

"What alley?" Ricky looked at Wynn and he gave him a slight nod. "What?"

"Listen, we really need to get to the school. Can you lead the way?" She was beyond confused but nodded slowly, resuming her walk. She could hear their footsteps, and they were being awfully quiet. She swallowed hard, growing more nervous by the second. They reached an alley and before she knew what was happening she was being dragged into it. She kicked and screamed but her voice was muffled by a hand.

"Be quiet. Please," Ricky's voice pleaded. She could barely breathe and her heart was bound to beat right out of her chest. "We just need to talk." Harley looked at him. His eyes were full of sincerity and she couldn't help but trust him. "I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth now. You can't scream." She nodded. He took his hand down slowly.

"What the heck do you think you're doing?" She shouted before she could stop herself.

"What part of 'you can't scream' do you not get?" Wynn hissed. She glared at him.

"We saw what you did to those boxes yesterday," Ricky told her. Her heart was beating in her ears, making it hard to hear what they were saying. "We know how you did it." Time seemed to stop.

"What?"

"We know how you were able to do it." A smile grew on Wynn's face. She looked between both of them.

"How?" Ricky looked to Wynn for help.

"You're an elf!" He whispered. Harley looked at him for a moment, then busted out laughing.

"Oh man, you're funny. An elf. Yeah right." They sighed.

"This is exactly how Mom reacted," Wynn muttered. "I know it's hard to believe but it's true." Harley grinned.

"Sure it is. I'm an elf. I make toys and wear shoes with little bells on the tip," Harley joked.

"We can prove it to you," Ricky said. Harley raised an eyebrow.

"This should be good. Go on. Call Santa and his reindeer."

"Ok, I don't appreciate the jokes," Wynn mumbled, reaching in his pocket and pulling out a wand. It had a blue diamond thing on the top. He turned it. "Now grab my hand." Harley narrowed her eyes.

"Is this you trying to flirt?"

"No. My flirting is way better." He winked again. Harley scoffed. "Now really, grab my hand." She thought for a moment. What was going to happen? He had his arm reached out. "I don't have all day." Harley stepped up and grabbed his hand. "Ok, now I need you to clear your mind. Think of nothing but concentrating. Nothing else. It's really important."

Harley was growing more and more confused but listened to every word. Ricky grabbed Wynn's other hand.

"Ready?" Wynn asked her. Harley nodded once her head was clear. "Ok. Get ready." Harley squeezed her eyes shut. She seemed to be weightless, like light was just passing through her. She couldn't explain it. Finally she opened her eyes and gasped. In front of her was a castle. It was made of glass, and the sun's shimmer bounced off of it. Gates were guarding it, but the house was so huge she could see it from the top. She wasn't able to look directly at the golden gates or she would go blind. So she continued to stare at the house. Animals were in a large field and a woman was trying to take care of a strange looking furry creature.

"Where are we?" Wynn smiled.

"Welcome to my beautiful home," he said.

"Uh, Wynn," Ricky said. Wynn looked at him. Ricky pointed nervously to a group of adults who looked like Gods.

"We're in a whole lot of trouble aren't we?" A man with dark hair like Ricky's but perfect teal eyes nodded, a rage showing on his face. Wynn laughed nervously. "Prepare yourself. A whole lot of yelling is about to happen," he whispered to Harley.