Chapter One

Chapter One
If I could jump into the pages of a book, feet first, I’d do it without a second thought.

And I don’t do anything without a second thought.

And a third.

And sometimes a fourth (just to be sure).

But living in a book? That’s a no-brainer.

Of course, I’d pick a book from the Magic of Ever After series (another no-brainer) because it’s epic. Mom says when I read it, I disappear. Like nothing else exists. That’s kind of handy, really, being able to block out the world. So I don’t go anywhere without one of the books under my arm.

Not that I really go anywhere. But you know—if I did.

I’m getting ahead of myself. It’s very important to start a story in the exact right place. That’s what Raven M. Wells, the author of the Magic of Ever After series and my personal idol, says, anyway. A good tale starts on a day when the world of your MC (that’s writer slang for “main character”) changes forever.

I could start the day Dad never came home. That changed everything. Or the day we moved down to Main Street so Mom could open her cupcake shop with an apartment above it that was just the right size for two gals like us. The Panic Attack Heard Round the Neighborhood would be a good starting point too, since that was the day I stopped going to real school.

But this story isn’t about Mom’s bakery or about homeschooling or even about Dad. This story is about magic. So I guess that’s where it should start.