Chapter Two

School. Boring, even if we are learning spells and magic! School to me means getting up early, standing for twenty minutes in front of your closet in your underwear, rubbing your eyes, and waiting to wake up enough to remember what your supposed to be doing. And then spending another twenty minutes trying to figure out what you should wear.
That’s exactly what I was doing at 5:30 in the morning, the next day. Why we have to go to school so early, is because it’s easier for us to concentrate when the moon is still out. It’s better for our morning (in it’s most literal form) lesson.
I yawned, scratched my head, and, slowly, I walked into my closet and picked up a shirt and a pare of jeans. The shirt was, as my best friend who moved across the country, would say, “Barf Green”. I personally thought it was more of a olive, yellowy green. It was “vintage” and said “Bewitched” in cursive across the chest.
After I was dressed, I glanced in the mirror. My hair was a lost cause,so I just left it All I could think about that second was...
“Caffeine!” I moaned as I went down stairs. “Coffee stunts your growth.” My mom said as she handed me a cup of the stuff. It was hot, but it made me feel better immediately.
More awake, I started making my lunch. I warmed up some left over chinese food, and put it in a thermos. I opened the cupboard and pulled out some sun chips. The bag was almost empty, so I just put the whole bag in my lunch box. Bugs came up and rubbed against my legs, and that reminded me that I still had to put my name on my moon drawings. I picked her up, and walked over to the table where my pictures lay in the exact same place it had been when I left them last night, with a considerably bigger amount of cat hair on them. I brushed off the fur, and put them in my lunch box.


The garage was full. Of broomsticks. From your classic kitchen broom, to Harry Potter models, which, funnily enough, flew just as well, if not better, than the other brooms.
My broom was cheap, and blue handled, but it’s not like my parents where gonna buy me a fancy, expensive broom when I just learned how to fly! It’s an accident waiting to happen! I’d already crashed one, and even though I was sure I wouldn’t wreck another, mom and dad weren't taking any chances. My brother had a normal broom, but thats just ‘cause he’s older, and has been flying longer.
Gamn grabbed his, said bye to mom, dad, and Bugs, and was off. Mine wasn’t cooperating. The spell just wasn’t working, and no matter how many times I tried. Just goes to show there’s a reason my broom was so cheap.
After another five minutes of trying, I had dad try, and he finally got it to work. Mom handed me my lunch, phone, and my iPod. I turned it on, and it was playing The Beatles ‘Hey Jude’.
“Juliet,” Mom paused. “I don’t feel comfortable with you listening to music while you fly. You’ve already crashed once, and I wouldn’t put it past you to do it again.” Well wasn’t that nice! “I’ll be fine mom, and I wont hit any geese. Promise.” Mom sighed. “Okay, but I really wish Gamn would stay back and wait for you!” I thought she was done, but I was proven wrong. “Are you sure you want to wear those boots?” I looked down at my feet. I was wearing black leather high heeled boots, with pointy toes. Even though they only came up to my knees, they still had zippers. “Mom, their stylish! Everybody wears them! Even the teachers!” This wasn’t exactly true, but I rolled my eyes just to make it more believable. “You have to go!” Mom looked at her watch in horror. “The sun will rise in half an hour!” “Yeah, and some poor sucker walking to school will see a broom flying through the air!”
I scratched Bugs behind the ear, said bye to my parents, pressed play on my iPod, and flew off.
Okay, so I’m not the best flyer, and I almost hit the chimney, but after I passed the trees, I was fine!
I started really wishing I was wearing gloves, ‘cause holding on to a plastic broom handle in 30˚ weather is freezing. I was shivering, and that didn’t help my concentration. That was only one of the reasons I hate flying so early. Especially when you can’t see the clouds, and end up getting soaked periodically.


One of the things that I suck at, is landing. When my feet touched down, my broom kept going, so I had to keep running with it. My heel got stuck in the mud, and I ended up sprawled on the ground, my broom at the foot of the school building, which it had hit. For the first time today, I regretted wearing high heeled boots.
Flinching, I pulled myself up. My arm hurt, and there was no way any body was going to get me to do cauldron dynamics second period today.
I was limping too, and my already crappy hairdo was matted, and full of grass. My clothes actually weren't to bad, until I slipped and fell in a mud puddle. I picked up my broom and put it o the nearly full broom rack. I didn’t bother to lock it up, ‘cause it was so cheap nobody would even try stealing it. I hate Mondays.
Engraved above the door, it said WITCHIT ACADEMY FOR CHILDREN, TWEENS, AND TEENS WITH SPECIAL ABILITY’S, in fancy cursive. The name of my oh-so marvelous school. When ever I read that, I always feel slightly sorry for all the poor warlocks who have to go to a school with the word Witch in it, but I guess I shouldn’t, ‘cause, truthfully, witches came first.


“Enchanted.” I panted to my morning lesson teacher, after sprinting down the hall to homeroom. For a second, before I entered the building, I thought it was possible that nobody would notice my sad, sad state, but how could they not? Especially when I burst through the door, while she was giving instructions.
“Enchanted to see you, Miss Yazi. Now, if you would take your seat, I can continue our lesson.” Of course, I blushed. “Ummmm... right. Sorry.” I muttered, looking down at the ground as I walked to my assigned desk the front of the room.
The girl I sat next to was named Kamila. She was small, skinny, and rule abiding, but knowing her, she would probably have a hair brush, which meant that she could be a real life saver at that particular moment.
“Hey, you don’t have a hairbrush I could use, do you?” I asked her a little uncomfortably. She was really nice, but extremely protective of her things, and who she let use them.
She glanced up at my hair, and made a face. She clicked her tongue disapprovingly, but obliged after informing me that I would have to wash it afterwards. That sounded fine to me, so I took it out of her hand half a second after she had taken it out her desk. “Thanks so so so much!” I whispered, because Mrs. Capetillo had continued telling us about the importance of controlling yourself while doing magic in the presents of a human.
Bad: My hair was so matted that the brush couldn’t get through it at all, which meant that I had to wash Kamila’s hairbrush for almost no reason at all.
Good: It was warm inside, and i could feel myself thawing every second that Mrs. Capetillo spoke. (Which was a long time.)