Witches. They aren't cruel OR mean! They are just unsuspecting kids, when sudenly....POOF! They're a witch! Mrs Clumpticks school for yougn witches is obviously a school for witches. It still has those hardcore teachers that don't take no mercy and those idiotic popular girls....
As I walked past the shop a few chavvy boys woldwhisled.
I blushed and kept on walking. I'm only 13, but I look about 16! Why? I don't know! It's so unfair!
"Come overhere babe!"Called one of them.
I turned around, and glared furiously at them.
"I. Am. Only. Thirteen!"I snapped. They looked taken-aback.
I turned around, my honeys curls swishing over my face.
I stormed back home, and ran up to my small room. My window. Ahhh, my window! It was amazing, I could sit on the 'sill and watch everyone!
I don't care if I have the smallest room in the house, it has the best view!
I looked up to see the little stars painted on my celing. I shrieked when They started to move and glisten.
"MUM!!"I cried, she burst in, I pointed to the celing. She screamed and yelled for Max, my step-dad.
Once they had calmed me down, they told me I had to go to a special school.
"IM NOT A SPAZ!"I raored.
"Yes, yes, we know! Your a witch!"Explained Max.
I stuttered and pulled staringe faces. Mum handed me a leaflet.
Mrs Clumpticks Accademy For Young Witches.
The accademy has been running for many years now, and witches for all over the UK have come!
- Five plain exersize books.
- Fountain pen or biro.
And any any other schooling items!
stared at the leaflet, gobsmaked.
"Okay. I'll go."I sighed.
Wonderful. I'm a witch!