Look, I didn't want to be at Avalon High School to be an immortal person.
If you're reading this because you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.
Being a witch is dangerous, menacing, treacherous, and risky. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
Well, if you're a normal kid, reading this because you think its fiction, good for you. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.
But if you recognize yourself in these pages-if you feel something stirring inside-stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, its only matter of time before witch hunters it too, and they will come for you.
Well, don't say I didn't warn you.
Oh well, shall we start from the beginning of how I started becoming a witch and how I found out.
My name Allison (Ally) Nicholas.
I'm fifteen years old. I lived in Brooklyn for about 6 years and the rest of the 9 years I've been living Miami. But now I have to go to Romania and transfer to this school. It's called Avalon High School, a public school for special children like me or I thought that I was for insane or something.
Am I not normal?
Yeah. You could say that.
But now I have packed my utilities, clothes, and other stuffs for Romania. Now I am on the plan and almost there to Romania. I could see it from my window seat and plus my mom was sleeping through the whole flight. We finally landed in Romania and the first thing I saw was a sign saying, "We are different here and if you are different, you belong here." The first thing we did is go check out our house and unpack our things. My room was as big as any kitchen I have seen before. I made it colorful and fun, but also my style.
The next day I started school and when I walked through the door people were staring at me like I was unusual or not normal. I went to the Admission Office's and I got my schedule, campus map, and my locker combination. When I got to my locker, these 4 girls across my locker were laugh at me about my clothes and they were whispering that I wasn't pretty. I closed my locker and got to class but when I was walking through the hallway I could hear people saying that I was not pretty or that I was a bitch but 5 girls came up to me and said, "you don't belong here so get out of this school!" These 5 girls call themselves the populars and their names were Maranda, Annabeth, Carly, Tracie, and Samantha.
When these stuck up girls said that to me, I ran to the bathroom and I cried in their for hours or minutes I think. But when I got out of the bathroom stall, I saw a diary floating out of thin air and it had the carvings that said S. Nicolas. I grabbed that diary out of thin air and something happened when I touched it, I felt a breeze through my face and hair. I opened the dairy and I was in shocked of what I founded in the diary. In the diary was….