Hello to all. Here is chapter twelve. I hope you guys like it. I would to thank dayrin210 for the ideas for Victoria's new name. I decided to go with Leah since I like it the best. So, I also decided to do something with this chapter that the book didn't talk about. The beast's birthday. Enjoy. I do not own anything.

Chapter 12: Happy Birthday

Yesterday was October 12. October 12 was my birthday. Usually, I would invite my friends over for a sleepover. However, I was a beast and I had no friends now. Instead, I spent the day with my tutor session with Sam and read a book in my room. Also, I changed my name. I didn't want to be Victoria Youtheart anymore. She was dead. She got sick in the middle of May and finally die in middle August. I looked up on the internet over dozen names and finally went with Leah. Not only did I pick it since it had a nice ring to it, but for its meaning. Weary and delicate. Those words described what I felt for the past few weeks. Everyone now called me Leah. And by everyone, I meant Daniel and Sam.

At eight o'clock at night, I went downstairs to watch some TV to find a box on the island in the kitchen. It was a black, slim box with a red ribbon that was wrapped around it. The tag that was on the box said, "Happy Birthday, Victoria." I ripped the ribbon and opened the box to find a mirror. It was a handheld mirror that looked like it came directly from a fairy tale. I looked into the mirror to see my old self, my beautiful self. However, after three seconds, my beautiful self melted to my beast self. Have I been ugly too long to become crazy? I was about to destroy the mirror when I heard a voice.

"Wait." The voice cried. I looked into the mirror again to find Mark inside the mirror.

"What do you want?" I said, being in a really bad mood.

"Don't destroy the mirror." He warned.

"Why?" I said, being ticked.

"The mirror has special powers. It can show you anyone you want to see. Just say their name and the mirror will show you them." He explained. "Try it."

"I want to see Johnny." I said curios to see if the mirror did really work. The mirror then faded from Mark to Johnny, practicing football. However, when he threw the football, it hit the wall and hit him on the head. I laughed at him, but then put my hand on my mouth, hoping that he didn't hear me. The mirror then faded to Mark again.

"Could he hear me?" I asked him.

"Nope, you can see and hear him, but he can't hear or see you." He said.

"Why are you giving me this?" I asked, wondering.

"Well, I … kind of have been…watching you …a few times." He said, trying to explain without being me becoming angry.

"So, you have been spying on me?" I said, ticked more than ever.

"No, I have been checking in on you."

"YOU WERE SPYING ON ME!" I shouted.

"Relax; I haven't been watching you all the time." He said, trying to calm me down.

"What did you see?" I said, being curiosity.

"Well, I saw you going to around twenty doctors, being banished to the suburbs, finding out that your friends are fakes, and you striking out with Johnny-."

"I didn't strike out with Johnny." I said, cutting him off.

"I seem to remember you two talking for a quick second, you two kissing, and then him breaking up with you." He said, ending the sentence with a smirk. "For the spell to be broken, the boy needs to love you." It was true. I never really loved Johnny. I just dated him since it would boast my popularity. And I think I could by that night with Johnny that he didn't love me either.

"Are you still going to try to break the spell or go back to school?" Mark asked.

"The answer is no for both questions." I said, coldly. "I think we both know what will happen if I did go back to school. I'm also quite happy here."

"No, you're not. I have seen you in your room some days, just moping all day." He said, knowing the truth. "Why is the real reason you wouldn't try to break the spell?"

"The real reason is that no one will ever love me. One look and he will scream and run away. I'm a monster."

"Yes, you are." He said, giggling. Annoyed by his laughing, I began to shake the mirror.

"YOU'RE THE REASON WHY I'M THIS WAY. I shouted with shaking the mirror harder and harder.

"I only did it because you're a heartless, self-center bitch, who needed to be taught a lesson." He said, looking like he was going to throw up. "And will you stop shaking the mirror? I feel like I'm going to throw up."

"Aw, is this hurting you?" I said, in a baby voice. "Too bad."

"Maybe I shouldn't have tried to help you."

"Help?" I said disgusted with what he was saying. "If you want to help me, then I suggest turning me back."

"I told you before. I can't do that. I can give you advice. Don't break the mirror. It might come in handy. Also, don't use it to see boys on the internet. Trust me; a friend of mine pointed it out to me that you might try that. It will be fake and it's not true love."

"Whether." I said, rolling my eyes. "So is your friend another wizard?"

"Actually, my friend is a witch."

"Oh yay." I said sarcastically.

"Look, try to break the spell. Don't give up." He said before disappearing.

I then place the mirror in my room before watching TV.

That was chapter twelve. I hope you guys like it. I think we all might guess who Mark's witch friend is. Does anyone wants to guess about what I meant in the first paraagraph? P.S. I'm talking about sentence eight. I'm really excited for next chapter. We'll finally see the male beauty again. Bye.