My name is Estelle Asteria. I’m eleven years old. If you find this diary, do NOT get distracted by its lace and its pink color or its bunny characters. This book is enchanted, and if you find this diary, you will be too. If you ever find this in perhaps your bedroom or kitchen, do not even open it. That’s how I got stuck in this horrible but exciting mess.

As you can see, I’ve obviously found this diary, thus why you are now just hearing about it. I had just came back from school and was getting ready to take a nice nap after my EXTREMELY stressful exams. I had just scooped up my Sanrio stuffed animal, Mocha, and was about to hop into my bed until I saw it. The diary. It was lacy and frilly, baby pink, with cute little bunnies decorating it. Of course of my stupid curiosity, I opened it. I do not know why, but it was like something just possessed me and demanded me to open it, so I obeyed. In there was a BUNCH of entries, at least I figured they were, and each one had a tiny description of a spell and a small card, probably illustrating it. Again, of my STUPID curiosity, I tried to repeat one of the spells.

I don’t remember which spell it was, but im pretty sure that it was called “Guardian.” Apparently it was supposed to protect you from the “Other Side of the Mirror” by making something magical about you glow, but the downside was that you needed to imagine your worst fear, then get over it. At first I was rolling my eyes and scoffing.

“Did mom and dad really think that id like this kind of stuff?” I asked myself aloud, looked around my bedroom like I was trying to find someone who could have evidence of me, and then squealed and jumped around like a maniac. The truth is, im OBSESSED with magical stuff. Heck, in fact, I’ve watched every magical girl or any magical anime that was cute. I got ready, and then I tried to repeat the spell.

I concentrated really hard, but for some reason I just..didn’t feel anything.

“Ugh!” I slammed my face face first into my cotton blanket, startling my bunny, Sweetheart.

“Why won’t it work?” I wailed.

The book flipped to a different page suddenly, and I let out a shriek in shock and snatched up Sweetheart in a panic, in case I’d have to run away. I peeked at the book gingerly, and let out a choked sigh. Well, the sigh quickly turned into a gasp as I noticed the book had skipped pages after all. I gently put Sweetheart down on my bed and grabbed the diary, and cocked my head to get a better look.

“Hello there again, dear mortal, I’m assuming you’ve came back for another spell? Ah, I do not blame you. Well, I suppose its time I share the spell that you will be learning about today. I’m pretty sure that you mortals can do it, but its mostly aimed for fairies. The spell is called ‘Petal.’ As we all know, fairies are usually known for their dedication to nature, and frills and pink, but that’s every single mythical creature in Wonderland, so that doesn’t matter right now. To preform the spell you will need a rose petal, a cup of milk, a pastry, although fairies tend top prefer strawberry pound cake, and a harp. This spell will grant you any fairy’s protection, you will just need to listen carefully. First, do not, I repeat, do NOT give in to the voices you hear while you preform this spell. I do not care if they’re the most adorable girls with frills and lace and ruffles and the most delicious cupcake offerings you’ve ever tasted, that’s DEFINITELY a big no. Haven’t you heard of the Other Side of the Mirror? Second off, you must play ‘Faerie Soirée’ by Melanie Martinez on the harp. Do NOT forget that. Third step, you must dress very cute, repeat ‘Desire’ and your desired outfit will be in your hands. And lastly, spray your house in sweet scents, like vanilla cupcakes or strawberry pound cake. Good luck, mortal.”

I had obviously panicked, but still, I took a soft breathe and repeated what the book ordered.

“Desire,”

All of a sudden, something frilly and soft as cotton gently fell in my hands. I looked down, and a dress, Cake Appliqué, was patiently waiting in my hands. It also so happened to be my favorite color, baby pink, and my favorite dress from the Angelic Pretty collection. There was also two pink strawberry hair bands in my right palm. I sighed, and gently set the dress on my bed. My hair was to my forearms, so my ponytails were mini, and I also brushed out my bangs. I slipped on the dress, and I spent a few minutes just staring at myself. I looked so pretty. I snapped out of my hypnosis, and quickly went to go grab what I needed.

I ran to my garden, and grabbed one pink rose petal, it softly danced in the wind so much I needed to trap it under my left palm. Luckily, my mom had just bought some honey and strawberry pound cake, so I was good there. I quickly poured milk into a tall cup, and set all three down on the kitchen counter. I then grumbled loudly, as I had just realized I didn’t have a harp.

“What do I do?” I said angrily.

All of a sudden, the diary was right next to me, and it was turned to a different page.

“By the way, dear mortals that are reading my diary right now, if you don’t have a harp, just repeat the word ‘Harp’ and it should pop up.”

I said, “Harp.”

A white harp appeared next to me, and I was finally ready.