“Do you believe in magic?” Two large eyes glanced up at a group of girls, supposedly friends.
“Don’t be silly Ashia. We’re 16, that’s ten years too old to be still believing in that stuff.”
Ashia shook her head.
“No, I still believe in magic.” She looked at the acorn at was resting in her hands. “For example, this acorn.”
Her friends laughed, but Ashia ignored them, dropping the acorn onto the ground. Then she smiled at them as their laughs turned silent, their eyes watching the acorn as it fell to the ground and grew into a beautiful oak in a matter of seconds.
“Now that is magic.” Ashia sighed. “And it’s quite real indeed.”