Hey there. My name is Paige Barrett. I'm in love with the man of my dreams. He is the only thing that keeps me on this Earth. Before I get too lovey dovey, i'm gonna take you to the beginning of my story. It takes place on the day I found out that I was a wizard.

I come from a regular family, in a regular neighborhood, in a regular house. Nothing special really, not at all. I am not very good at anything, except bringing mayhem to every important event in my life. On the day my little brother, Aidan, was born, I was so happy. It turns out he had to be put in an incubator with tubes in his mouth. It was so sad. When they first told me, something strange happened. The bag filled with fluids that were hooked to the tubes started swelling. Everyone in the room looked over. It was like watching a balloon being blown up. The nurses tried to stop it, but it just kept getting bigger and bigger. Finally it burst and the liquid spilled on everything. And that was the best part. My brother was slowly dying because the fluids were keeping him alive. The nurses scrambled to get the bags filled again. They finally did, but he suffered from it and had to stay another 4 days. I had this strange guilt. I was only 7 at the time, and I was depressed. I told my mom what I thought about it, but she told me not to worry about it. She said it wasn't my fault, and that that was the strangest thing she had ever seen.

Another time, my friend in 3rd grade and I went to the museum. I saw so many cool things there, and one of them was a knight in armor. We were looking at it, and I was daydreaming about how awesome it would have been to be in that time, when I saw the sword it was carrying move just a little bit. I told my friend, and we kept watching it, then, about 3 minutes later, the knight swung the sword at the air. Me and my friend screamed and ran out of the museum with our mothers confused and scared out of their minds.

It was a cold rainy day in Bath, England. People always laugh at that name. Americans think it's funny because supposedly we don't bathe as much as them. Ha-ha... not. My parents were reading in the living room and I was in the kitchen eating a grilled cheese sandwich. I thought I heard something hit the window, so I went to the door and went outside. Here is where it gets weird. I saw an owl. Yeah, an owl. In the rain. In the middle of the day. On MY driveway. I, being my 11 year old self, ran up to it trying to scare it away. When it didn't move, I was close enough to see that it had something tied to its foot. It looked like a piece of paper, so I got closer to it. I saw that it was a letter. The owl kept looking at me and holding up its leg. I've never been one to be scared of animals, so I took the letter off of its leg. I decided to open it inside since I was freezing in the rain. The owl followed me. "What is that, Paige?", my mom asked as I entered the living room.

"I honestly don't know." I told her about the owl and the letter I saw.

"Umm, ok." that was all my dad could manage.

"Are you sure it wasn't a dream or your eyes playing tricks on you honey?" I knew that was coming.

"No! It was really there, why do you

think I have this letter?"

"Ok, well why don't you open it?" I started to get the wax sealing off. My heart was pounding. Who could be sending me a letter by OWL? When I flipped the letter open, I read it. I read all about me being a wizard, me going to Hogwarts, and all the other crazy things that I was going to do.