Fantasy in Reality

By Leina Han

“So do you want to go to the library to study and do homework with me? We can also borrow some books, and besides, we have the whole afternoon today!” said Isabelle. “Sure! Oooh, I have and idea! Let’s go to Starbucks after school and have drinks! I heard they recently added boba coffee. Luckily, we can drink a little coffee anyway since we’re 14!” I said excitedly. “OMG, Jennie, that’s so SUEY!” Isabelle cheered. I laughed and we did our “Ronaldo Handshake.” “SUEY!!” Isabelle and I said in the end. “Oops! Gotta go to class!” I exclaimed,. “Hey, yeah, me too!” said Isabelle. We give each other a quick wave and dash off to class-I go to French, Isabelle to Math. Ms. Blanc discusses about Joan of Arc while I secretly text Isabelle and try to write down my notes. The rest of my classes fly by until the final bell rings. I head to my locker to put away my books. Just as I grab my cute purse and head to the exit, I see Isabelle (Izzy). We wave, and we decide to go to our house to change and grab a few things we left at home. When I get home, I change out of my blue shirt and green skirt into a cute sky blue crop top and stylish short jeans. I grab my books and homework, my phone, my wallet, and pencil case. I stuff them into my bag and head to the library. I meet Izzy who’s already there, so we head across to Starbucks. We both ordered some boba tea and snag a few of our favorite snacks. We head back into the library and pick our favorite cozy table in a small room. We chat as we watch Youtube on our phones, sip boba tea, crunch on our snacks, and do homework. Both of us are A+ students, so we finished pretty quick and went to look at some books. I was looking at some of my childhood books I loved when I found this beautiful silver and blue acrylic book with no author. I showed it to Izzy, and she blinked in surprise. We checked the pages, but they had no words. “Write anything you want in this book, if you dare,” Izzy read. “That must be to make it silly. C’mon, let’s write!” she continued. “Sure,” I said. I got to write first. Aturquoisefairyfluttersaroundjustrightoutsidethelibrary window. “Imagine that really happened?” Izzy said. I laughed as I looked out the library window. What in the world? There is literally a fairy that’s turquoise fluttering out the window. Izzy sees it too. “Is the fairy real?” Izzy asked, astonished. “I think so…?” I said, also shocked. Before we know it, poof- the fairy’s gone. Izzy scribbles something. I peek at it. Thelibrarydoorsopen,andDuaLipaandTaylorSwiftcome together,chatting. Suddenly, the library goes quiet. The library doors slide open, and two young women come strolling in, murmuring about how nice this town is or something. I can’t believe it. These women are Taylor Swift and Dua Lipa. Then people start screaming and asking for an autograph. “OMG, it’s Dua Lipa!” Izzy whispers. “I know. it’s crazy,” I whispered back. They just stand there. I knew why. “Iz, you need to write something. You didn’t write after that.” I said. “Oh, right! Thanks, Jen,” she replies. She scribbles something- DuaandTaylorsigntheir autographs,selfies,everythingelse,andsaytheywantedtovisitthis placebeforetheleftfortheirhome.Theysaynottotellanyone. Dua and Taylor snap back to life and do just what Izzy wrote, then leave. For the next few weeks, Izzy and I stay at my house. Of course, our parents literally almost grounded us for asking, but we use the notebook and convince them. We also cancel school and buy a million snacks. Then one day, things got out of hand. We were having so much fun writing about stuff we didn’t realize it would all turn true. We wrote about a school bullying situation. A day later, we saw it on news. We wrote about floods. Two days later, Texas got flooded. And so much more. “That’s it,” Izzy said. “We should stop. Like, now.” I nod. “We’re damaging the world everyday, killing innocent people.” I knew we had to fix this. I take out my pen and we go outside.

Just as I start to write, the wind blew so hard that the notebook blew away to downtown. “Oh no,” Izzy cries. “Come on. Let’s ride our bikes and head to downtown!” I said. Two minutes later, we were in downtown, looking for the notebook. “Oh why does my life get worse everyday?” I mutter. “There!” Izzy cries. I see that the notebook had landed on top of an apartment building. It was sprawled on the roof. “Let’s go up the stairs!” Izzy yells. We race up to the roof, and I reach it first. I see the notebook sprawled on the floor. I grab it and throw it to Izzy, who catches it and heads down. I follow. As soon as we get to our bikes, we go straight to the library and tell the librarian about this notebook. To our surprise, they know. They give us permission to destroy it. So Izzy and I go home and burn it. We had learned our lesson, and we’ll never do it again. Like, ever. Oh, and before we destroyed it, we wrote that none of this ever happened. That means we never saw a turquoise fairy, no Dua Lipa or Taylor Swift, no bullying situation, no million snacks, we still had school, no week long sleepover, and no floods. I think I’m ready to go back to my regular life. I’m actually happy because everything’s okay now, or at least I think so. Right?!

By Shalev Levy