Ending Up At Witch School

Dear reader my name is Agatha Wimsel. I am 12 years old and I am a witch. This is my book, basically my life’s adventures at Witch School. I hope you enjoy curling up in a corner of your house by the fireplace with a cozy blanket and reading my story.

All right so how do you ask did I end up at Witch School? I was at first attending a regular boring old mortal school but had problems controlling my magical powers so my parents who are both witches themselves sat me down and told me I was going to witch school as they want me to be able to control my powers and use my powers for the good of mankind.

Now I find myself up high in the mountains standing in front of Twitchy Witch School for Girls. I know you want to laugh at the name but please don’t laugh. A name is just a name right? I myself must also conclude that I find the school name to be lame and a bit of joke.

Well I guess I had better enter the gates and face up to the truth that is from now on my home away from where I will be both showered with loved and discipline until I graduate from grade 12, I wonder if I will still need to take courses like math, English, social studies, science and physical education. If not I will be rejoicing. But if the answer is yes I will be moaning and groaning just like an old women in a lot of pain.

Finally I am walking well tip toeing actually through the tall black iron gates. I wonder why this gate goes all the way around the castle. Is it to keep out bad people or to keep away the mammals? Or another thought I wonder if the gate is to keep us witches from escaping. I probably will never know but now with excitement that has sent a chill through my bones I am on campus premises. I now need to bring on a wave of courage, walk up the crickety, crackety, creakity steps, knock on the door and wait nervously but also excitedly for someone to open the door.

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