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Spirit Prep Chapter Seven

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I'm finally back with part 2!

Chapter Seven-Return of the Memories

I awaken with my back leaning on the comfortable, thick mattress staring at the white dorm room ceiling, having no clue of what occurred last night, or why I feel so strange. All I remember is running from the Purple Moon celebration and slapping myself on my bed immediately after. I lay straight on my back facing the ceiling, attempting to recall what occurred and why my empty, yet aching stomach feels so strange and unusual. After lying down for about a minute, last night becomes very clear; I remember the mistake I made, Teagen yelling in the middle of the field, this girl named Lucie Brooks. I remember all of it now.

 

I pull my head up from my group of poufy pillows and switch to sitting position; I really want to go to the dining hall to fuel myself up after having not eaten in several hours, but the tension in my stomach is preventing me from wanting to go. The nervous pain in my stomach only gets more intense at the thought of running into Teagen again. While sitting on my bed, I try to feel my stomach and realize that it is empty, and the dining hall will close in twenty five minutes. So, I take a deep breath as I leave my dorm.

 

“Hi Daisy!” Malissa exclaims as I head to her and Kylie’s table with my stomach still aching in hunger and stress. “Wasn’t the game last night the strangest?”

I nod in agreement even though all I want to do right now is forget about last night’s stressful experience.

“I’ve heard Teagen was suspended for two weeks.” Malissa tells me.

I sigh in relief as I slouch myself down on the soft cushion on the wooden chair. After a short while of sitting down, my oatmeal with almost invisible silver sparkles inside suddenly appears in front of me like all the food does and I immediately grab a large spoonful and gulp the sweet and mushy oatmeal in my mouth.

 

Even though eating breakfast is satisfying my empty stomach, the anxious pain still exists. Even though I won’t have to deal with Teagen for a while, my mind is debating on whether or not to ask Malissa about that Lucie Brooks girl Teagen mentioned. There’s this force inside my mouth that wants to ask but is being blocked at the same time. I’m desperately wondering if Lucie will answer the question on why I, and the other humans are here as we might have a connection, but then again, Lucie might not be important and I don’t want to ask an awkward question, especially after opening my big mouth last night.

 

After I finish my oatmeal and nourish my stomach, I exit to the open hallway with the freedom of comfortably being able to do whatever I want as there are no classes today. While I wonder the long route back to the common room door in a much better mood than last night, I twitch my tense head struggling to answer the question on whether or now I knew Lucie. If I knew what that Spirit Prep girl looked like, then it could help me answer if it’s really her. Thinking about what she may look like is when the light bulb flashes; maybe there’s a picture of her in Willow’s records. I remember hearing that there’s a spot in Willow’s office where she stores information.

 

I quickly change direction and take the quick route towards the entrance of the school where Willow’s office is located. I peak in the glass windows that overlook the office. The main office room is what I first notice, and it has the lights on and the clear view of  tiny pixies hovering over their wooden desks writing with their tiny pieces of leaf paper on clipboards which are basically bark pieces. But I notice the tiny entrance to Willow’s office in the left corner room. Willow’s office is currently black with the only visible thing being the large, rectangular, silver shimmery mirror. I want to get in, but I know that the pixies will comment if I try to get into the headmistress’s private property. I turn my head away from the glass because I don’t want to look like I’m staring into the office, and I start to head toward the common room door as I know there’s nothing else I could do. That’s when I remember this spell I learned in spell casting about finding hidden secrets which could help me see Willow’s records.

 

“Oh yeah, I’m magical now!”

 

I exercise the mind while wondering around the area near the office trying to remember that spell, and I do remember it. I take a very deep breath before I stare in the window again. I quickly stare at the far left side of the glass window (because that’s the end farthest away from the pixies). I focus on the door to Willow’s office which requires me turning my eyes a bit to the left. I tighten my eyes and mind and do this mind exercise I’ve learned. I gain satisfaction when the violet blue swirls begin to appear in my eyes, as I remember that that’s a sign that I’m doing the spell correctly. I want to get excited, but I try to remain calm as if I gain too much excitement, the spell will stop and everything would return to normal.

 

I focus on the blue swirls like I’m supposed to, and I focus my tight mind on the memory of my kindergarten school and classroom.  I should just think of Lucie, but it was my first instinct when I thought of her. Eventually, I begin to notice tiny headshots of students I don’t know. I look at the pictures. I know that none of them would be the Lucie Brooks I thought I knew as I thought that if I did know her, she would be blondish, and all of the girls have brown hair. Also, all these girls look like magical beings as opposed to humans (my time here led me to distinguish magical beings from humans; it’s a simple difference in skin really).

 

While looking at the headshots, the one I can’t keep my eyes away from is this medium tan, chocolate haired girl, with straight, long, smooth hair and brown eyes. The reason why this picture interests me is because the girl’s face structure looks very familiar, like I met her before. As the visions begin their slow process of fading, I immediately turn away from the office to avoid awkwardness with my visions quickly returning to normal in a blink, and I slowly head straight to the common room door. I clearly remember the girl’s face. After thinking for a little while, I remember that I likely did know her. The girl I recognized might be my best friend from kindergarten. Her name was Margie. While walking towards the common room door, I remember that Margie was close friends with a girl named Lucie, who was in my kindergarten class. Could it be Lucie Brooks?

 

I’m still shocked with the discovery when I finally arrive at my tiny, green plant filled dorm room because what was originally very insignificant in my life seems to be gaining importance. I don’t understand what’s going on at all, but I’m not really focused on simply remembering a chapter of my life, I’m way more focused on how Margie and Lucie connect to my origins. 

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