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The Magic Camera
The Magic Camera
The Magic Camera
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The Magic Camera is a suspenseful and mysterious page-turner for middle grade through adult readers.
The Magic Camera was originally published as a trade paperback and was later adapted to the stage. A children's theater group performed the play in a live theater setting.
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Annabel got what she wished for. The popular kids wanted her, the cutest boy in school wanted her, her teachers were fun and her family was normal. But she discovered that this wasn't what she wanted after all. Now she must find a way to undo what the Magic Camera had done.

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Release dateOct 24, 2012
ISBN9780966691993
The Magic Camera
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Natalie Buske Thomas

Natalie Buske Thomas is the author of the Serena Wilcox Mysteries, the Dramatic Mom comic stories, Savannah's Inky Imagination and the Thriving in a Hateful World series. She is also an oil painter and entertainer. Her paintings have been in exhibits, galleries and on tour. Please view her website to see her list of titles, pictures of her paintings, life stuff on her blog, and more!

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    The Magic Camera - Natalie Buske Thomas

    THE MAGIC CAMERA

    NATALIE BUSKE THOMAS

    Copyright 2012 Natalie Buske Thomas

    Independent Spirit Publishing

    Smashwords Edition

    Cover Art by Savannah Thomas

    Discover other titles by Natalie Buske Thomas at

    http://www.nataliebuskethomas.com

    DEDICATION

    To Brent, Cassandra, Nicholas & Savannah

    My family, my world

    Author’s Works:

    The Serena Wilcox Mysteries:

    Gene Play, Virtual Memories, Camp Conviction, Angels Mark, Covert Coffee

    Oil Paintings in Gallery Exhibits:

    Savannah Reading in the Butterfly Garden, Life Sustaining, Ron and Joy before the War

    Non-fiction:

    Fred Born Gifted, The Miracle Dulcimer

    Juvenile Fiction:

    The Magic Camera, also adapted for stage

    http://www.nataliebuskethomas.com

    Chapter One

    Jessie’s Party

    The shrill ring of Annabel’s neon pink phone was just what she was waiting for. She lunged for the receiver and yelled, I got it! Then she flopped backwards onto her bed.

    Hello? she said casually.

    Hey! said Jessie in her familiar breezy tone. Annabel could picture her lying on her bed just as she was. Jessie had a neon phone too, but hers was purple.

    So? said Annabel.

    Chris will be there.

    AAAGH! Annabel shrieked into her best friend’s ear.

    What are you worried about? The way you are, he’ll never know that you like him.

    So what? It’s not like he’d even care that I like him.

    You don’t know that.

    Yeah, but Aimee likes him.

    Oh.

    Both girls fell silent, contemplating the magnetism of the elusive Aimee. Aimee was nearly a foot taller than Jessie and Annabel and she looked like the girls on the cover of Seventeen magazine. She already wore a bra, a real one, not a training bra. She had long blonde hair and perfect teeth. She wore makeup, even lipstick. And she didn’t have to shop for clothes in the children’s section.

    Most of the articles the girls read in the teen magazines they shared said that they should just learn to be themselves. Yeah right. If they looked like Aimee they’d have no problem being me.

    So do you have all the food yet?

    Yeah, Mom took me to the deli and we picked out a couple party platters and a cake.

    Jessie was lucky. Annabel’s mother would have never gone to the deli. She would have wanted to make all the food herself, the same kind of stuff she always made. And she would have tried to come up with a creative theme. Like the time she made cupcakes with mouse ears, with a cheese platter and party favors that squeaked. What kind of cake did you get?

    Chocolate, I think. It’s got this little platform with a Hollywood marquee type of thing with my name on it.

    Cool. I don’t want to know what my mother will do for my thirteenth birthday.

    A tapping at her door was followed by, Annabel, you’ve been on the phone long enough. You’ll see her tonight.

    Just a few more minutes, Mom.

    Now.

    Okay, okay. Annabel rolled her eyes even though no one could see her doing it.

    Gotta go?

    Yep. Annabel was always the one who had to get off the phone. Jessie had her own phone line and her parents never cared if she was on the phone or not. Jessie’s parents were not even home a lot of times.

    Okay, see ya tonight.

    Okay, good luck.

    I don’t need luck, all I need is to be me!

    Both girls broke out into a fit of giggles that grew louder and more robust the sillier they became. Before long they could hardly speak.

    Annabel!

    Okay, Mom! J, gotta go.

    See ya. Dress pretty for Chris!

    Right! Bye. Annabel chuckled to herself as she hung up the phone. She opened her bedroom door to a blast of savory-smelling chicken. As she neared the kitchen she noticed that the table had already been set ― OOPS. Setting the table was Annabel’s job.

    Hi Annie, I’m home, said her father with a touch of sarcasm. Gone were the days when he was met at the door with his little girl rushing at him Daddy home! Daddy home!

    Dad, no one calls me Annie anymore.

    A hurt look flashed briefly across his face, a look that her mother noticed and Annabel did not. Right, Annabel, he said reluctantly.

    Where’s the Kate-ster? Annabel noticed for the first time that the house was quiet. No one had to shout over the sounds of baby babble.

    She’s sleeping, said her mother as she sat down.

    Isn’t she going to eat?

    Catherine’s expressive eyebrows showed her surprise. I thought you’ve been wanting a Kate-free dinner.

    Yeah, I do.

    Well, there you go, Catherine said lightly, but with tightness in her mouth.

    You’re going to a party tonight, Annie, uh, Annabel... said her father.

    Uh huh.

    Ready to say grace? said Catherine. She folded her hands and bowed her head before anyone could object.

    Alex said the family prayer, the same thing he said almost every time. Then they all reached for the food. Catherine reached the bowls first and served Alex and Annabel before serving herself.

    Annabel chewed a large forkful of chicken smothered in gravy. She piled more onto her fork before she swallowed what she had just put into her mouth. She didn’t lift her eyes from her plate, determined as she was to finish dinner early so that she could have plenty of time getting ready for Jessie’s party. In less than ten minutes she asked to be excused.

    Back into her room she opened her closet door. Ugh, she thought. She didn’t know what to wear. Nothing looked good. The dresses she had were all too... moldy. They weren’t chic, that’s for sure. They looked like little girls’ church dresses, all flowers and lace. Jessie’s mother had taken Jessie to the mall for a new dress. Annabel didn’t even bother asking her mother.

    Annie? Can I come in? Her mother rapped softly on her door.

    I guess so, said Annabel with as little voice inflection as she could.

    Her mother came into the room and sat down on the edge of her bed. Trying to decide what to wear?

    Yeah.

    I used to worry a lot about what I wore too, but I later realized―

    That you had to just be yourself. I know, Mom. Annabel stared gloomily at the clothes hanging in her closet.

    It took me a long time to realize it though, and sometimes I still feel bad about the way I look.

    Mmm, said Annabel, hoping in vain that her mom wasn’t going to launch one of her anecdotes.

    "When your father and I were first married, we had an important party to go to. I can’t even remember what it

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