Once upon a time, there were 3 young girls with very special talents. All 3 of them had gone about their lives separately, until one day when they met by accident. The girls were sick of school and being ignored by boys, maybe their hair was too crazy, or they were too shy or awkward, but their social lives suffered because they just didn’t fit in.
These are the kind of girls who hang dream catchers above their beds, who eat pomegranates and read old history books for fun. These are the kind of girls who take pictures of their hands with disposable cameras and wallpaper their bathrooms with pretty roses. These girls sketch eyes and mouths and little drawings all over things, they look you right in the eye and almost through you when you speak to them.
These girls camp out in their backyards for fun, they light candles everywhere, and if you visit them at home they usually have all sorts of animals. Their wardrobes are filled with silk robes and bows and hats, they drink tall glasses of milk and snack on chocolate while they watch the sun rise. These are the kind of girls who ride bikes through the city to the cinema that plays old movies in the middle of the day. They watch “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” or “Rosemarys baby”. These are the kind of girls who are quiet in public.
But then, one stormy day at school, skipping class in the girl’s bathroom, they came together for the first time. Like electricity had been shot through each of them, all their hair stood up and their teeth sparkled. They could move things without touching them, make time go slowly, they could trick their teachers into thinking they were in class, and memorize entire books in minutes. But best of all, they could make boys fall in love with them.
The girls represented the three elements of life which gave them great power, but only when they were near each other. “We should stay together from this day on!” They declared.
After school they danced up the stairs and into the bedrooms, spilling clothes from drawers. Suddenly everything they wanted to wear was there for them, hot red lipstick, beautiful wedge heels, long gowns and drapey silk robes. They were in heaven.
What would you do with a new found power? What magic would you use?
In a blink of an eye, POOF, they could color their hair, nails, lips, and they could paint their dreams.
They conjured up their favorite food and drinks and laughed until their stomachs hurt. They danced madly around the pool and made wishes into the sky. The world was theirs. They wondered how they had ever lived without their powers.
It was a sparkling evening when one of the girls brought home a book of spells. “I wonder if this is safe?” They read the book nervously, and began to understand the difference between white and black magic.
"I THINK IT’S WORKING!"
"Black magic is practices of sorcery that draws on assumed malevolent powers. This type of magic is inovked when wishing to kill, steal, injure, cause misfortune or destruction, or for personal gain without regard to harmful consequences to others."
"Not all magic is performed in order to harm or destroy, and for this reason a distinction is made between black magic and white magic. White magic is characterized by those rites and spells designed to produce beneficial effects, expressed through dances, prayers, incantations, and sacred dramas, seeking to control the otherwise unpredictable forces of nature."
The girls realized they should be careful with their new power, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t use it for fun!
The girls felt like they were in Wonderland, they could shrink and grow and float as if they’d fallen down the rabbit hole. This new world was full of new surprises.
They mixed up potions for perfect skin and hair, potions to remove bad spirits and bad dreams. Frogs spawn and bats legs, dragon’s blood and rabbit’s claws. They took sips of everything and felt the magic burn in their throats. They called to spirits in other worlds.
THEY KNEW THIS WAS THE BEGINNING OF SOMETHING VERY SPECIAL.
These girls were the kind of girls who always believed in unicorns, they believed in unicorns, they believed in the power of love and dreams. They were the kind of girls who gazed out of windows at bigger worlds, and rain made them think of faeries and tree houses. In the summer they read Jane Austin and listened to Fleetwood Mac while sipping cold tomato juice.
They told ghost stories under huge floral sheets, candles glowing below their faces. The spooky endings made them scream and laugh. They huddled together so they wouldn’t get too scared. Every sound outside made them jump.
They were the kind of girls who put too many marshmallows in their hot chocolate, and when the snow came down, lit the fire and pretended to be in the North Pole. They would water color things they couldn’t see, and eat French toast for lunch.
They made up pseudo names for themselves, names they would only use when they were together, names their parents never gave them. They could be whomever they liked in this world.
One night the girls began to mix up a love potion. In went hair of a white rabbit and milk of a snake, the essence of dreams, glow-worms, gold dust and teardrops. They called to the gods of the East and West and passed the love potion, taking small sips. A few hours later came a knock on the bedroom window, and staring at the girls through the glass was the school quarterback. They squealed, “come in!Come in!”
They pulled him onto the bed, playing with his hair and giggling. “I don’t know why I’m here,” he said, “I just couldn’t stop thinking all of you.” The girls couldn’t believe their magic had worked, but they knew they couldn’t keep him.
They gave him and elixir to counteract the spell, and sat him down with a big mug of tea before sending him on his way. “It says here by morning he will have forgotten all about this.”
They played with fireworks and sparklers in the yard until late hours of the night. They wore big coats with long T-shirts and laughed wildly at the night sky.
AFTER A VERY LONG, MAGICAL NIGHT, THEY CRAWLED INTO BED, TIRED AND READY TO SLEEP…
MAGIC IS IN ALL OF US AND IN EVERY ONE WHO BELIEVES THEY CAN MAKE BEAUTIFUL THINGS HAPPEN. IT’S IN A FIRST KISS, IN FIREWORKS, RUNNING WITH YOUR GIRLFRIENDS DOWN THE BEACH AT MIDNIGHT, SCREAMING INTO THE SKY. IT’S FALLING IN LOVE AND FALLING DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE. IT’S IN YOU DREAMS AND IMAGINATION.
We can all use magic, But one thing to remember about magic, boys and girls, is that the hunger never stops. It always leaves you wanting more, searching for more, and even when you try to stop it’s love that keeps you coming back.