College was devided up into three categories: the popular, the bullied and the unseen, and James unfortunate enough to have been one of the bullied. Being slighter overweight and short sighted often left hi wide open to verbal and physical attacks from the other students. Many times he had wished that he wasn't so fat or had better eyesight so that he would have to wear glasses or had such greasy hair.
The drama club was the only place the 18 year old felt he belonged, nobody ever picked on him here and so he spent most of his time in the drama department. His main job was as a stage hand, helping out behind the scenes with costumes and props but he really wanted to join the actors group, the only problem was that he lacked the self confidence to up on stage and was often nervous about performing on stage in front of the entire college.
One morning, Ashely, the head of the club, sent him out on an errand to collect some things for the end of semester performance. James was walking down the high street when stopped outside the old magic shop. He had never been inside before, the place had been old even before his parents were in school, curiously, he opened the door and stepped inside.
It was empty, there wasn't even anybody behind the front desk. Curiously, he looked around until he found a door. There was nothing special about it, it was just an ordinary door but there was something about the door that made him want to open it. Without him hesitation, he walked towards it and reaching out, he grabbed hold of the door knob and opened it......