TITLE: The Descent of Chris Chappell
GENRE: YA Urban Fantasy
Wizards have silver eyes. Chris is not a wizard, unlike the rest of his family, but he normally wears silver contacts to make it seem like he is. He thought he had taken his contacts out, but when he looked in the mirror he saw silver eyes.
My contact holders are on the counter. I try to unscrew the top, but my hands are trembling. I need to get a hold of myself. I need to calm down. But I can't. This might be happening.
The top comes off, and I stare at the small convex piece of plastic floating in clear fluid. I pick it up and see the ring of silver coloring. Here is my contact. On my finger. Not in my eye.
"Holy crap. Holy crap. Holy crap." I keep repeating the words over and over again, staring into the mirror at my silver irises. This can't be real. I must be dreaming.
Distantly I hear someone knocking on the door and calling my name. I know I should respond, but I can't.
My contact falls off my finger, and I grip the bathroom counter to steady myself. I should recover my contact, but I can't tear my eyes away from the mirror to look.
My vision suddenly gets blurred, and I think that it must be a dream. This is the point where I wake up. Then I feel a tear drip down my cheek. It's not a dream fading to black. It's tears. I'm crying from
happiness. I thought only girls did that.