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Meet Magic
-“Bye mom! I’m late!”-Kyra yelled towards the kitchen where her mother was still cooking.
-“Won’t you have breakfast with me? Don’t be out too late, dear!”-her mother replies giving up the idea of convincing her daughter to stay home a bit longer, she was used already to her constant rushing.
Kyra’s violet eyes scanned the village of her birth, the same orange rooftops and the same brown walls, she thought they were so boring she would prefer to jump inside a book and live an adventure of her own. Clearly, she didn’t know how to do that...yet. The thought of her teacher made her smile bright and quicken up her pace, she was running so fast the girls who gossiped nearby the fountain had to hold their skirts down with flustered expressions.
Finally she made it to the huge house at the end of the village, aside from the size there was nothing particular about her teacher’s home, at least not from outside. After avoiding slamming into the door she comes inside announcing her arrival enthusiastically, nothing made her happier than being surrounded by the crystal butterflies which fluttered around her creating a beautiful bell-sounding melody, the magic mirrors and the thousand books ordered in a complete mess “They have an order, you just don’t get it” her teacher would tell her if she complained about their organization.
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-“Won’t you have breakfast with me? Don’t be out too late, dear!”-her mother replies giving up the idea of convincing her daughter to stay home a bit longer, she was used already to her constant rushing.
Kyra’s violet eyes scanned the village of her birth, the same orange rooftops and the same brown walls, she thought they were so boring she would prefer to jump inside a book and live an adventure of her own. Clearly, she didn’t know how to do that...yet. The thought of her teacher made her smile bright and quicken up her pace, she was running so fast the girls who gossiped nearby the fountain had to hold their skirts down with flustered expressions.
Finally she made it to the huge house at the end of the village, aside from the size there was nothing particular about her teacher’s home, at least not from outside. After avoiding slamming into the door she comes inside announcing her arrival enthusiastically, nothing made her happier than being surrounded by the crystal butterflies which fluttered around her creating a beautiful bell-sounding melody, the magic mirrors and the thousand books ordered in a complete mess “They have an order, you just don’t get it” her teacher would tell her if she complained about their organization.
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