Idk what to call this chapter.

                                    

                                          
If you didn't read the title, read it. That explains my thoughts throughout this entire book.
                          
Also, since I am an oh so great author, I will say this: be prepared for some serious plot thingies going on in this chapter. And, for those of you who have been missing Alex...
                          
Hahaha. I won't spoil it.
                          
Conner's pov.
                          
Conner Bailey was not thrilled when his sister didn't answer her mirror. What on Earth could she possibly be doing at 10:00 at night that would prevent her from looking into her mirror? Weren't most girls, like, addicted to their mirrors?
                          
He sighed, glaring, and tapped the frame around the mirror a second time. Then a third. Then a fourth.
                          
He was, as people say, persistent.
                          
Finally, he gave up. Alex wasn't gonna answer.
                          
He stomped up the stairs and pushed his bedroom door open much harder than needed. He slumped on his bed, groaning.
                          
"What is she even doing?" He said aloud. "I mean, she can't be granting wishes this late, can she?"
                          
Or, maybe she could. Conner didn't know the first thing about fairies.
                          
But he did know that he really, really, wanted to talk to Alex. He had to tell someone about Y/N. And maybe, if he could convince Alex to try....
                          
No. The portal was closed. There was no way to get Y/N to Alex. She couldn't use her magic to fix her.
                          
Still, Conner knew that there was more to the story. He's not saying Y/N lied about what happened that night (she was very honest....mostly), but he still couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. Why else couldn't the doctors figure out what was going on?
                          
It made no sense. There had to be something they were forgetting.
                          
He sighed, tired from his thoughts and frustrated. He walked over to his window and pushed it open, staring at the beautiful night sky. He wondered if Alex, whatever she was doing, could see those same stars.
                          
He doubted it.

                          
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BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!
                          
Conner sat up slowly, blinking his eyes. Where was that sound coming from?
                          
As his eyes adjusted, he saw his alarm clock blaring, telling him it was time to wake up.
                          
He yawned, pushing down the stop button much harder than needed, and scowled at the ceiling.
                          
He could've sworn his alarm clock glared at him.
                          
He got up, tiredly pulling on some jeans and a t-shirt. He shuffled around his room, grabbing his scattered homework papers (which were half finished) and shoving them into his backpack.
                          
"Conner! Breakfast!" His mother's voice floated up the stairs.
                          
"Coming," he mumbled, too tired to yell. He pushed open the door and sauntered down the stairs.
                          
"Good morning," his mother told him, smiling at his tired expression. She was completely dressed and ready, a happy look on her face as she smeared some butter on bread.
                          
"I don't understand 'morning people.' " Conner muttered, glaring at his mother's peppy attitude. She smiled and laid some toast in front of him.