I woke up in the morning, and looked over to my twin, Lucy's bed. She wasn't there. Lucy was an early riser, unlike me. I looked at the clock, and it was about 7:00. I jumped out of bed and got ready for school.
I was still thinking of the wonderful dream I had last night. I met dragons and I had a phoenix and two cute baby unicorns as pets. I love and believe in magic.
After some time, I went down for breakfast. And went to school in the bus with Lucy. I told her about my dream. 'It was a bit realistic, Lucy!' I said. 'Oh, Lily, don't dream, magic is not true!' Said Lucy.
I sighed. I wanted a friend or someone to talk with. Someone, who would believe in magic. I liked being unique, and I was unique in almost everything. But this one thing about magic, makes me feel hurt every time someone talks to me about magic......
