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// Dreams of Reality 
// Story: Undisclosed Desire 
// by Dark Enigma 
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	Zack's fifth period goes along similar to his fourth period. Some classmates saw her previous performance and asks for more. An encore if you will. Trixie, being the natural entertainer that she is, can't resist saying yes. She starts off by zipping up the teacher's lips because of his incessant attempts to regain the attention of his class that Trixie so rightfully stole.

Even Zack can't help, but grin at his teacher's struggle to re-open his mouth. This is the first time Trixie made him smile, other than the dreams he had of her. She's usually threatening his life which isn't much to smile about. 

As she continues her performance, Zack sees Kyle--the guy from his last period--take out a cheese and cracker snack. "I wonder..." Zack whispers to himself. "Hey, Kyle."

"What?" he responds, matching Zack's whispered tone.

"I'll buy those crackers off of ya. How much?"

"What? Why?"

"I want to give it to Trixie."

"Nuh-uh, dude, I don't want any part of whatever sick game you're playing with her."

"I told you, it's not like that."

"She called you her master."

"She's a genie. They're suppose to do that. Just sell it to me."

"Fine, a buck."

"What?"

"Two bucks."

Zack growls at the ridiculous price, but he knows Kyle will only increase it if he doesn't pay him now. He takes out his wallet, glancing over the photo of his dad, and takes out two dollars. "Here." Zack throws the money at Kyle.

"Thank you," he says in a prideful manner, knowing fairly well he got the better end of the deal. He hands over the snack and continues watching Trixie's show.

The rest of the class time goes by rather quickly. Trixie never runs out of material to woo her audience. She's actually using her experience as an immortal genie to captivate and awe people rather than get the better of them. The whole time she's doing so, she is smiling, it getting wider and wider with each passing moment.

Sweat beads Trixie's brow. She's using too much magic and Zack can tell she is struggling with particularly complex tricks. Trixie doesn't hold back, not even for a second. It seems she doesn't care how much magic she uses as long as she gets the desired result in the end which is praise. A bit reckless on her part, but Zack is new to this whole magic thing, so she might be fine and all he's doing is worrying for nothing.

For her final trick, multi-colored light splashes onto an invisible canvass in front of her. They morph and fluctuate, creating a vivid image of a park showered in sunlight. Zack has seen that park before. It can't be. Trixie can read minds, but she was in her urn when Zack had that dream. Can she be recreating this image from a personal memory? Can that place actually exist somewhere?

She swipes her hand through the picture, then waves it around the air, casting it on the walls of the classroom. The walls vanish, leaving behind only the world she has painted. The students are surrounded by trees and flowers and everything Zack saw in his dream. Everything except the ponies.

Trixie's face softens. Her smile drops as she retreats back into her shell she built around her heart. This place has more meaning to her than she could otherwise have if she just saw it in Zack's dream. For all he knows, Trixie could have been the one who put that dream in Zack's mind while he was unconscious, as if it is her way of crying out for help. The school bell cuts through the image like a knife, and the walls of the classroom return to their original mundane selves.

Trixie returns to Zack's side as the students applaud. The applause lifts Trixie's spirit a bit, but she's still sulking over something Zack knows she would never tell him. This is his chance to make her feel better and show her he means well. "Trixie, here. I got this for you." He hands her the crackers.

She stares at his outstretched arm with this mysterious piece of plastic on his palm. "What is it?"

Zack smiles. He strips off the plastic wrapping and takes a cracker. "It's a snack. Just take the little spatula and spread the cheese like this." He demonstrates. "Open your mouth."

She raises a brow at him, unsure if to comply with his order or not. She sees no harm in it, so she does as told. Zack gently places the cracker in her mouth. His fingers brush against her lips as he pulls his hand away. "It's okay. You can chew now," says Zack, seeing Trixie doesn't understand what to do next. Perhaps she does and she's just playing him, but she still waits for further orders. Maybe she's finally warming up to him as his genie.

She chews the cracker slowly at first. As her tongue relishes the flavor, a smile creeps on to her face and she chews more vigorously. She likes it; no, she loves it. It makes Zack wonder what else are his dreams right about.