"You have some sort of magical powers!"

Vicky's voice echoes in my head, and I sit there with my mouth gaping open, unable to process what I just heard.

Then, as realization dawns on me, I comprehend the gravity of the situation... Vicky figured out the fact that I have magical powers!

And if I don't find a way to cover for myself in the next few seconds, I'll lose my powers for good!

"What? No I don't," I say nervously.

"Yes. You do." Vicky sounds completely certain.

"Pfft, do you mean to say you, the smartest student in our grade, still believe in magic?" I mock, panicking on the inside.

I don't want to lose my powers!

Not flustered at all, Vicky calmly responds, "Well of course I do. I've seen it happen dozens of times with you. And there's no point in denying it Rhea... I know you have magical powers, and that's that!"

Ohhh no! He's seen right through my cover. Why does this guy have to be so smart??

"Okay!" I groan. "Fine. You got me."

Now Vicky begins to look a little flustered.

"But you can't tell anyone about it!" I say desperately.

"Why not? Why don't you tell anyone about your powers? You would be famous if you did!" Vicky inquires curiously.

"Well, because if anyone finds out about them, I'll lose them. And since you found out... I'm pretty sure I'm going to lose them tonight." I shake my head miserably.

Vicky looks at me kindly. "Fine. I promise I won't tell anyone. Happy?"

I look up at him and smile, but I respond sarcastically, "Ecstatic."

After a pause of a moment, Vicky suddenly says, "Wait a minute! Can you prove you have powers? I mean, I know I've seen it happen many times already, but maybe those really were coincidences. So can you conjure up something, like, right here?"

"Umm... okay." I figure if I've already confessed to having powers, it won't hurt to conjure something up. "What do you want me to conjure up?"

"How about a purple POLO Ralph Lauren shetland wool-cashmere sweater? I saw it in the store the other day, and it looks awesome!" Vicky says dreamily.

Wow, I rarely come across fashion-forward boys!

"Whoa, that's too long!" I laugh. "The problem with my powers is that you can't conjure up anything specific. Just something one or two words long. So try something else."

"Then how about french fries?"

There we go! Typical boy... always thinking about food.

"Alright then."

I begin spelling the words, and by the time I get to the S, Vicky looks so excited, he could pee his pants!

Once I finish spelling the words, almost instantaneously, a packet of french fries appears before us, and that too the best kind in the world. How do I know that? 'Cause the packet has a big, yellow M on it. Yup... it's from McDonalds!

Vicky's jaw drops open, and his eyes bulge out of their sockets. He seems to be unable to move for a few minutes. Finally, he manages to utter two words.

"Cor blimey!"

Leave it to Vicky to use a 'smart' expression even when he's shocked.

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Late at night, I get into bed, the events of the day running through my head.

This day has been full of mysteries!

Mystery #1: Who wrote that 'secret admirer' note? It's driving me crazy not knowing! I keep running possibilities through my head, and let me say it again... it's driving me crazy!

Mystery #2: I wonder what the masquerade bash is going to be like... A Magical Winter's Eve sounds like a really cool theme.

Mystery #3: The most important one... What's gonna happen now that Vicky's found out about my powers??

These concerns running through my mind, I eventually fall asleep, and begin dreaming.

In my dream, I am Tinkerbell, flying through Neverland and living out adventures with the Lost Boys.

It's all going well, we're on a mission to get Mother Dove's egg back from the ruthless Captain Hook, when my dream is suddenly interrupted.

A regal-looking woman steps into the picture. She looks to be in her middle ages. The woman wears a long salmon-pink ballgown with white evening gloves that look perfect with the dress. She wears silver heels, as well as a thick silver necklace, and long, dangly silver earrings. A silver tiara is perched on her head. All in all, she looks extremely grand.

When she opens her mouth, it sounds like bells tinkling. But the message she delivers is not pleasant at all.

"Hello Ms. Isrania. I am Queen Bella, queen of the magical world. Every year, I pick five babies to bestow magical powers upon, children who show great potential. You, Ms. Isrania, were one of them.

However, on the account of Victor King finding out about your powers, you shall hereby no longer have them. From tomorrow onwards, you shall be an ordinary girl, living a normal life like everyone else."

The moment I was dreading has arrived!

"Oh come on, Vicky won't tell anyone! Can't you just let me off with a warning?" I think pleadingly. I'm pretty sure if she's in my dream, she can hear my thoughts.

"I'm afraid not Ms. Isrania. There are no exceptions to our rule of taking away someone's powers if anyone were to find out about them."

"Look, I swear, if Vicky breathes a word of this to anyone at all, you can strip me of my powers. But I promise you, he won't tell anyone. And neither will I! So please..." I try to show her my puppy dog eyes. No one can resist those!

Queen Bella's face contorts thoughtfully, and I can see she's considering the request. Finally, she responds, "Alright, I shall let you off with a warning this time, but only because I have been watching Mr. King, and he seems like a capable, trustworthy young man."

Her tone slightly hardening, she continues, "But beware, young lady, that if one more soul finds out about your powers, you will lose them!"

Alright! In my mind, I pump my arms up in the air.

"Queen Bella, you are the coolest!"

She smiles, and slowly begins to fade away, and I return to my dream of Neverland.

Thank goodness I get to keep my powers! Now I just have to be extra careful.

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Tuesday...

The 'secret admirer' note thing is still going on! I got another one yesterday, which stated, again in red 'Love Letters' font:

You're hilarious, nice, and pretty sweet,

And you are very cute and petite.

With your fashion and poise, you're like the elite,

It's amazing how you're not puffed up with conceit!

~Your Secret Admirer

OMG, these notes are 'totes adorbs', but it's driving me crazy not knowing who's writing them!

So, yesterday, I decided to tell Nicole about them, and after fawning over them for half an hour, we came up with a plan to find my 'secret admirer'.

Our plan is to hide in the classroom opposite my locker before classes start, and keep a watch on my locker. I know it's kind of a long shot that we'll actually catch him (I really hope it's a him) in action, but it's worth a try.

Once I get to school, I meet up with and Nicole, and we rush to hide ourselves in the classroom opposite my locker. A half an hour passes, and nothing happens, but it's hardly boring. Nicole and I chat about the masquerade bash.

"Did Cameron ask you to go yet?" I ask curiously.

"Totally! And the way he did so was incredibly sweet!" Nicole squeals. "When I opened my locker yesterday, this explosion of red hearts came tumbling out, and the biggest heart had the words 'Masquerade Bash?' on it."

"Aww, that's really sweet!" I exclaim.

Noah hasn't asked me yet. I wonder if he's even going to go. Maybe dancing isn't really his thing...

Distracted by the thought of the dance, I zone out, but when I look back at my locker, I see a figure standing there, sliding an envelope into it.

I rub my eyes, trying to look closer, and as the figure looks around to make sure no one is watching, I catch a glimpse of his face.

I gasp out loud. It can't be! This is my secret admirer?

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We're very close to uncovering the mystery... who do you guys think is Rhea's secret admirer? Whoever guesses correctly will get a chapter dedicated to them.

Picture up on top is of Queen Bella. Doesn't she look extremely regal?

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~Ananya