"Let's see Chris' score,shall we?" Lucinda,mine and chris' magic teacher, folded the test paper into one tiny square then shoved it into a small beaker of purple ooey gooey known as, 'education situation' paper busted into crazy blue came from the container and in the cloud reveled a perfectly shaped A+.Lucinda clapped,"Another A,brava!Now your turn Mercates."She did the same thing she did to Chris' paper,but this time,no crazy blue flames and a perferect ,ugly green flames occurred,and in the cloud,a poorly created F+ glared,"How do you expect to become a good witch?"

"Hey,it's an F pluuuus!"I pointed out,"At least I'm improving,a little"I muttered the last part

Chris shook a hand through his sandy brown hair and rolled his sparkly blue eyes,"A little?"

"Okay,children."Luicinda started,"Let's work before we have another fight."So we talked about spells and potions one last time.

"So you kid's both have your brooms ready?"Mother and I nodded."Good,now when the first wind picks up you go."

A col breeze indicated it was time to was the first to take off,then I thing is,I wasn't high enough.

"I'm worried,"Mother suddenly said to father,"Mercates isn't the best at flying."

After she said this statement,I hit a tree and fell of my broom.

"I'm okay!"I yelled and got back on.I had twigs in my black hair and tears threatened to spill over in my dull brown eyes.

As I caught up with Chris,Misha popped out of my bag,"Not to use such foul langue,but where the hell are we going?!"Misha was a black cat with bright gold was imprisoned to be a cat to do using 'black' a cat was supposed to make her learn her lesson,but I think she liked being pampered.

I was to busy going meep every time I looked down and chris was silent.

"Maybe we should go to Forks?"Misha suggested.

"Meep-Like-meep-forks-meep-and spoons?-meep-"I was getting nacues from looking down but for some odd reason,it was terrifyingly fun.

Chris yet again rolled his eyes at my stupidity,"Forks is a small town in Washington."

"Correct,"Misha meowed,"I know a coven of vampires that might take us in."

"Vampires,"I growled.

Chris looked confused,"Mercates….We like vampires,"

Now it was my turn to share the look,"The who do we hate?"

"Werewolves,"Misha answered dully.

"Why?"

"Because thei savages,"She hissed.

"I have another question."

"What?"Chris asked.

"Does riding a broom hurt your man hood?"

"……Yes……"