Mixed Magic

I dropped the phone. Me and Crystal are what? Cousins? The chosen ones? An owner of a candy shop? Damn it! What was it! Maybe we were sisters? No, that can't be it. Then I hear a crash from upstairs. I run upstairs to see
what happened.

"IS EVERYTHING OKAY?!" I yell,

then a muffled voice yells from under a pile of boxes, "I'M OKAY."

I went to help her out when I saw a scrap book with no cover on it, it was all black. I went down to pick it up and when I opened it the first picture I saw was an old black and white family photo there was a mother who looked quite beautiful, a father who looked like a big 10 foot tall shadow. Below them we're two girls, Who looked about 5. When I looked closer to one of them it looked like a lot like Crystal. But when I looked at the other girl she looked like me when I was little. That's strange, I thought, the first time I saw Crystal was a couple days ago. I kept flipping through the book and I kept seeing more and more pictures of that family. But when I neared the end I saw a picture of me and Crystal riding horses from yesterday. How is this in here?! Who the hell was taking pictures of us when we went looking! And how did these pictures get in this book when it looks like it hadn't been touched in centuries?! Something fishy is going on here, and I'm not going to stop until I find out what it is.