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Harry Potter and the Light from Wormtail
Annie Codwell plopped down onto her bed. Her cheek stung. The orphan mother had lost her temper again. This was the seventeenth time she had done so, and Annie had had two black eyes, five scars and the memory of 10 slaps. Annie couldn't really blame the mother. Annie was the toughest girl in the orphanage. She didn't get into that much trouble she had just gotten into her seventeenth fight.
A boy about her age, which was 15, Andrew, decided to pick on a little boy about ten. Annie wouldn't stand for that and she let Andrew know by giving him a taste of her right hook. Of course she didn't tell the orphan mother that. She simply said that she needed a punching bag, and Andrew certainly didn't mind helping her along with that.
Annie pushed her long dark brown hair out of her face. She looked up at her ceiling. The dull green paint bored her, so she turned over. The gray wall near her bed never bored her, for the sole purpose of the picture. It was a wedding picture and she didn't know any of the people in there. She knew of one of them though. Her uncle. He stood there as the best man with his broad smile that seemed to brighten up the whole room. The other people were interesting to look at too. The bride with her dazzling red hair and bright green eyes astounded Annie. The groom had messy black hair and a sort of slender face. She knew these weren't her parents. It had said so in the letter her uncle left her. It was pretty vague all it done was point out which one he was and say to stay put that he would come back for Annie. She sighed. Why did she have to be here?
"Annie," a small voice said from her door. "Can I come in?" It was the boy that Annie had stuck up for. Annie sat up and quickly wiped the tears from her eyes.
"I--I." He stuttered. "I just wanted to thank you for sticking up for me. It's not every day that a girl takes on a guy almost twice her
Height and lives to tell the tale!" The boy smiled. Andrew was very tall for his age. But he was only about five inches taller than Annie.
Annie laughed. "Don't sweat it. Just tell me when supper is."
"7:00 and you have dish duty."
Annie rolled her eyes. "One more way Ms. Ower ruins my life!" She grinned.
The boy smiled and shut her door.
Dinner, as it usually was, was gulped down throats as quickly as possible so not to burn off the taste buds, and washed down by muggy water. Annie thought that by the way the food looked every item should have "mashed" or "creamed" in front of it. Because it was pretty much soupy and had no distinctiveness to it.
Therefore, tonight they were having creamed chicken, creamed peas and mashed corn.
"Do you think for once we could have a normal meal?" Annie complained to the person in front of her who just gave a nervous laugh.
She sunk down at her table and stared at her food. Her table, like all the others had about thirty kids at each of the benches. Annie figured they might as well add mashed humans to the menu. She sighed and gave up on eating the slop.
All of a sudden the whole room went silent. A tall thin woman had come in. Her red hair was the most vivid thing on her body. She wore jeans and a T-shirt. She seemed harmless, but she was an absolute terror to anyone who made her mad.
"Good evening, children." She said smiling the way an evil villain does when he's up to something maniacal.
The rest of the room muttered good evening back, but Annie said nothing.
Everyone nervously went back to drinking their meal while Ms. Ower stalked beside the tables, and sometimes roughly bumping into a kid every now and then. Annie stared into her creamed chicken and listened to the red-haired witch bark out orders as she walked along the tables.
"Annie!" She cried as soon as she came to Annie's table.
Annie rolled her eyes. If it was one thing that Ms. Ower liked to do was tease her.
Ms. Ower sped down the table right at Annie, ignoring every one else. Then she put an obviously fake look of concern on her face. She gasped. "You're not eating! Are you alright?"
As much as Ms. Ower like to tease Annie, was about equal to about how much Annie could make Ms. Ower really pissed off. "Oh I'm fine," she said, grinning. "Its just when I saw this food I kind of lost my appetite."
The room went dead silent and everyone turned to look. The concerned look dropped off Ms. Ower's face. "Well then," she said, astonished. "if you don't like the food I've given you, you don't have to eat it. In fact I'll do you a favor by not giving it too you. not till the end of the month."
They glared at each other. "Now I believe you have dishes to do."
Annie glared at her. "No. I don't," she said her anger surging through her.
Ms. Ower didn't hit her. She just simply stood with her fists clenched and watch Annie walk away.
Annie was in shock as she climbed the stairs in her room, leaving the silent cafeteria. Today was July sixteenth. She hoped she had enough candy in her stash to last her until the 31st. She didn't want to think about why Ms. Ower didn't hit her. Maybe she was taking anger management. Annie laughed at that thought as she opened the door to her room and plopped down on her bed again.
She fell asleep looking at her picture and she fell asleep so fast that she didn't even see the owl fluttering outside of her window.
Harry Potter woke up at about 2:30 to a tapping at his window. He knew it wasn't Hedwig, for she was usually out and around at this time of night. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and out on his glasses. When he reached his window he was slightly surprised when he saw a large exotic bird on his window sill. It's feathers were only darkened by the darkness of the night, but the reds, yellows, and blues were still vivid. This bird was no random phenomenon. This bird held a letter from Harry's Godfather, Sirius Black.
Harry quickly opened the window and let the gigantic bird in He gave it some of Hedwig's water and feed, the watched it fly away.
Harry was deeply looking forward to his friends letters these days. The Dursleys still hadn't forgiven him for the ton-tongue-toffees that Fred And George Weasley and "dropped" at their last visit. Harry had to stop thinking about that incident, because the thought of Dudley chocking on his own tongue made Harry laugh so hard that he would have waken up the entire house- not to mention the entire neighborhood.
He unwrapped Sirius's letter. In it contained the front page of the Daily Prophet, the news paper for all the wizards of England. He put the paper aside and picked up his Godfather's letter.
Harry-
I've been spotted. I'm flying back North soon. Don't worry. Besides I need to be there just in case. Hope the Muggles are treating you alright.
Sirius
Harry quickly turned to the article in the Daily Prophet and sure enough:
BLACK SPOTTED IN SOUTH AMERICA
Ministry of Magic officer, Cerria Ashel was on holiday in Brazil, when she spotted one Sirius Black while on tour I the Amazon. She also reports that Black was riding a hippogriff which is now being considered to be an escaped convict also.
The hippogriff was convicted of injuring a student last year at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and supposedly let itself
go right before it was to be executed and flew away.
The ministry is still searching for Black and when the Daily prophet asked for a quote from one of the ministers, all of them including Cornelius Fudge refused to comment. The Ministry continues to search.
Harry was worried. Sirius was a convicted murderer. If he was found the Minister of magic would waste no time in giving him a trial.
He was sure he would bring a dementor with him and as soon as he wanted he would order the Dementor's kiss. Harry shuddered.
The Dementor's kiss was much worse than death. The monster would bend down and suck out your soul through your mouth. You wouldn't die, just live a life with no personality. You'd be nothing.
Harry sighed, got up and went to his window. He was about to enter his fifth year at Hogwarts and, as usual, Harry couldn't wait to go back. It was almost fourteen days till his birthday and over a month until he'd be boarding the train to school and reuniting with his friends.
He also felt-- almost scared to return to the wizarding world. his most lethal enemy, Lord Voldemort had been given a body the previous year and was now more deadly than ever, to only to Harry, which Voldemort had vowed to kill, but to the entire world.
As Voldemort's first act as a new man he had taken the life of Cedric Diggory, one of Harry's friends. Harry shook out the memory. It wasn't pleasant to think about those last few days of school.
To his surprise Harry fell asleep very easily. In fact before he knew it Aunt Petunia was pounding on the door wanting him to get up.
Harry felt that he'd only been half asleep all night as he stared at his quarter piece of grapefruit at breakfast. Dudley was still miserably failing at his diet, but Mrs. Dursley was still trying.
The Dursleys had always hated Harry from the moment he was born, and that hatred increased when he came to live with them on
Privet Drive. However this summer instead of flinching when they caught wind of him they scowled. Harry didn't mind all that much,
although he was betting on how long it took their faces to fall off.
Mr. Dursley was reading the morning paper while Mrs. Dursley and Dudley stared transfixed on the television. The silence was so
utter that Harry jumped when he heard his uncle laugh. "Well, boy" He snickered handing him the paper. "Looks like they've about caught your godfather haven't they?"
Harry pretended to be interested in the article in the muggle paper. He didn't want his uncle to know he was getting mail.... yet.
As soon as Harry handed the paper to Mr. Dursley a brown owl fluttered in the window and landed on the table. Harry recognized it to be one of the school owls.
The silence erupted to havoc as Dudley and Mrs. Dursley screamed and backed up against the wall and Mr. Dursley started to yell at Harry, his face turning purple.
"BOY!" he said shaking with Dudley and Mrs. Dursley behind him. "GET YOUR BLOODY OWL OFF THE TABLE!"
Harry calmly reached for the letter attached to the owl's leg, but it wasn't for him. His mouth dropped open when he read the name Mr. and Mrs. Dursley on the envelope. "I-it's for you." He stammered through his own astonishment.
His uncles face grew darker as he snatched the letter from Harry's hand. While Mrs. Dursley came out from behind her husband, all colour drained from her face.
Mr. Dursley ripped open the letter and started to read it, his face growing darker and darker as he read, mumbling nonsense, then taking everyone by surprise, he yelled "ANOTHER ONE?!"
Annie woke with a stiff back the next morning. Obviously she had been laying on something. When she finally was able to sit up, it looked like she had gotten a package in her room, with a letter taped to it. She picked up the long, slender box and looked at it with perplexity. It was addressed to her, but it had no address all it had was her name on it. Who would send something to her?
A knock came on her door and she hurriedly put the box under her metal rail bed.
"What?" she said to the visitor.
Her door burst open. Ms. Ower staggered inside her room. Her bright red hair was a mess and she looked like she had been drinking all night, and Annie could smell the liquor on her breath as she said. "Look you insolent little brat. I am the boss of you. You do NOT tell me what to do at any time or any place!"
Annie was confused. She finally decided Ms. Ower must still be drunk, because she had no idea what she was talking about. She just looked at her orphan mother, not quite knowing what expression she had on her face.
Ms. Ower gave Annie a look of dignity and turned around to leave."Oh by the way." She said calmly and assuring. "The next time
our paths cross you will be dead."
Annie didn't know what to say, do, or think she just stood there as the red haired monster left, absolutely shocked. Ms. Ower had threatened her! Well wasn't like she hadn't before but his time it was so for sure! But Annie could a lost tack in the drunkenness. people didn't really have control over themselves when they were like that, but still, if she was seriously thinking about it, it would happen sooner or later.
She sunk down onto her bed, totally shocked. For the first time in her life she felt sure it was time to run away. She had thought about it before, but she guessed her optimistic side kicked in. Now she was sure. it was time to go.
Annie sped around her room, jamming everything she owned into her old book bag including some money, her candy stash and her
picture of uncle Black. She looked around.
Was there anything else? The package! maybe it had something that could help her. She threw herself on the floor, and pulled out the package with the letter taped to it. She ripped off the rapping and put the letter to the side. When she opened the box she found--a broomstick?
She sat down. who in there right mind would send an orphan--or any person for that matter-- a broomstick? She thought of the letter.
She nervously picked it up and read it. She had to squint to see the miniscule writing.
Ms. Codwell,
I beg your pardon for calling you so late, but you have a choice leave your current residents in the Aphrodite Orphanage in Athens
Georgia (Untied States),to a new home in Surrey England. You are being asked to move because you have been accepted into a new school. All will be explained at your new home. The broom that I have included has been enchanted to go directly to this house. I hope that you decide to leave, you will be able to return next summer, if that is your wish to do so.
Minerva Mc Gonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
If Annie was confused before she read the letter, now she was even more so now that she had. What was she supposed to do ride the broom? She stopped herself in mid thought. ride- the broom? Sure it was possible. But that wasn't the half of it! Who ever this Mc Gonagall person was, she wanted her to go to England?
Well, that would get her away from Ms. Ower. But what if this was a trap? Annie gave a loud exasperated grunt and picked up the broom, and set it on the floor.
"Okay now... broom,"She said feeling like such an idiot. "When I say 'up' you're gonna float or move or do something to prove yourself 'hear?"
The broom didn't reply, but Annie gave a big sigh, and yelped "UP!"
To her surprise, the broom jumped into her hand! She couldn't believe it! She was so out of here! She picked up her bag, stuffed the
letter into it, and opened her window. She looked out into the sky. Then, she mounted the broom and kicked off, soaring out the window and above the clouds. It was like all the joy in her heart was brought out. She was flying! She couldn't help but grin as she easily passed up birds. She was off to a new life and she had a good feeling about it.
Ms. Ower, with a knife in her hand, burst in Annie's room. "ALL RIGHT YOU LITTLE--" She stopped for a second then she let out
a scream to find that the little brat known as Annie Codwell had flown the coop.
Harry Potter and the Light from Wormtail
Annie Codwell plopped down onto her bed. Her cheek stung. The orphan mother had lost her temper again. This was the seventeenth time she had done so, and Annie had had two black eyes, five scars and the memory of 10 slaps. Annie couldn't really blame the mother. Annie was the toughest girl in the orphanage. She didn't get into that much trouble she had just gotten into her seventeenth fight.
A boy about her age, which was 15, Andrew, decided to pick on a little boy about ten. Annie wouldn't stand for that and she let Andrew know by giving him a taste of her right hook. Of course she didn't tell the orphan mother that. She simply said that she needed a punching bag, and Andrew certainly didn't mind helping her along with that.
Annie pushed her long dark brown hair out of her face. She looked up at her ceiling. The dull green paint bored her, so she turned over. The gray wall near her bed never bored her, for the sole purpose of the picture. It was a wedding picture and she didn't know any of the people in there. She knew of one of them though. Her uncle. He stood there as the best man with his broad smile that seemed to brighten up the whole room. The other people were interesting to look at too. The bride with her dazzling red hair and bright green eyes astounded Annie. The groom had messy black hair and a sort of slender face. She knew these weren't her parents. It had said so in the letter her uncle left her. It was pretty vague all it done was point out which one he was and say to stay put that he would come back for Annie. She sighed. Why did she have to be here?
"Annie," a small voice said from her door. "Can I come in?" It was the boy that Annie had stuck up for. Annie sat up and quickly wiped the tears from her eyes.
"I--I." He stuttered. "I just wanted to thank you for sticking up for me. It's not every day that a girl takes on a guy almost twice her
Height and lives to tell the tale!" The boy smiled. Andrew was very tall for his age. But he was only about five inches taller than Annie.
Annie laughed. "Don't sweat it. Just tell me when supper is."
"7:00 and you have dish duty."
Annie rolled her eyes. "One more way Ms. Ower ruins my life!" She grinned.
The boy smiled and shut her door.
Dinner, as it usually was, was gulped down throats as quickly as possible so not to burn off the taste buds, and washed down by muggy water. Annie thought that by the way the food looked every item should have "mashed" or "creamed" in front of it. Because it was pretty much soupy and had no distinctiveness to it.
Therefore, tonight they were having creamed chicken, creamed peas and mashed corn.
"Do you think for once we could have a normal meal?" Annie complained to the person in front of her who just gave a nervous laugh.
She sunk down at her table and stared at her food. Her table, like all the others had about thirty kids at each of the benches. Annie figured they might as well add mashed humans to the menu. She sighed and gave up on eating the slop.
All of a sudden the whole room went silent. A tall thin woman had come in. Her red hair was the most vivid thing on her body. She wore jeans and a T-shirt. She seemed harmless, but she was an absolute terror to anyone who made her mad.
"Good evening, children." She said smiling the way an evil villain does when he's up to something maniacal.
The rest of the room muttered good evening back, but Annie said nothing.
Everyone nervously went back to drinking their meal while Ms. Ower stalked beside the tables, and sometimes roughly bumping into a kid every now and then. Annie stared into her creamed chicken and listened to the red-haired witch bark out orders as she walked along the tables.
"Annie!" She cried as soon as she came to Annie's table.
Annie rolled her eyes. If it was one thing that Ms. Ower liked to do was tease her.
Ms. Ower sped down the table right at Annie, ignoring every one else. Then she put an obviously fake look of concern on her face. She gasped. "You're not eating! Are you alright?"
As much as Ms. Ower like to tease Annie, was about equal to about how much Annie could make Ms. Ower really pissed off. "Oh I'm fine," she said, grinning. "Its just when I saw this food I kind of lost my appetite."
The room went dead silent and everyone turned to look. The concerned look dropped off Ms. Ower's face. "Well then," she said, astonished. "if you don't like the food I've given you, you don't have to eat it. In fact I'll do you a favor by not giving it too you. not till the end of the month."
They glared at each other. "Now I believe you have dishes to do."
Annie glared at her. "No. I don't," she said her anger surging through her.
Ms. Ower didn't hit her. She just simply stood with her fists clenched and watch Annie walk away.
Annie was in shock as she climbed the stairs in her room, leaving the silent cafeteria. Today was July sixteenth. She hoped she had enough candy in her stash to last her until the 31st. She didn't want to think about why Ms. Ower didn't hit her. Maybe she was taking anger management. Annie laughed at that thought as she opened the door to her room and plopped down on her bed again.
She fell asleep looking at her picture and she fell asleep so fast that she didn't even see the owl fluttering outside of her window.
Harry Potter woke up at about 2:30 to a tapping at his window. He knew it wasn't Hedwig, for she was usually out and around at this time of night. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and out on his glasses. When he reached his window he was slightly surprised when he saw a large exotic bird on his window sill. It's feathers were only darkened by the darkness of the night, but the reds, yellows, and blues were still vivid. This bird was no random phenomenon. This bird held a letter from Harry's Godfather, Sirius Black.
Harry quickly opened the window and let the gigantic bird in He gave it some of Hedwig's water and feed, the watched it fly away.
Harry was deeply looking forward to his friends letters these days. The Dursleys still hadn't forgiven him for the ton-tongue-toffees that Fred And George Weasley and "dropped" at their last visit. Harry had to stop thinking about that incident, because the thought of Dudley chocking on his own tongue made Harry laugh so hard that he would have waken up the entire house- not to mention the entire neighborhood.
He unwrapped Sirius's letter. In it contained the front page of the Daily Prophet, the news paper for all the wizards of England. He put the paper aside and picked up his Godfather's letter.
Harry-
I've been spotted. I'm flying back North soon. Don't worry. Besides I need to be there just in case. Hope the Muggles are treating you alright.
Sirius
Harry quickly turned to the article in the Daily Prophet and sure enough:
BLACK SPOTTED IN SOUTH AMERICA
Ministry of Magic officer, Cerria Ashel was on holiday in Brazil, when she spotted one Sirius Black while on tour I the Amazon. She also reports that Black was riding a hippogriff which is now being considered to be an escaped convict also.
The hippogriff was convicted of injuring a student last year at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and supposedly let itself
go right before it was to be executed and flew away.
The ministry is still searching for Black and when the Daily prophet asked for a quote from one of the ministers, all of them including Cornelius Fudge refused to comment. The Ministry continues to search.
Harry was worried. Sirius was a convicted murderer. If he was found the Minister of magic would waste no time in giving him a trial.
He was sure he would bring a dementor with him and as soon as he wanted he would order the Dementor's kiss. Harry shuddered.
The Dementor's kiss was much worse than death. The monster would bend down and suck out your soul through your mouth. You wouldn't die, just live a life with no personality. You'd be nothing.
Harry sighed, got up and went to his window. He was about to enter his fifth year at Hogwarts and, as usual, Harry couldn't wait to go back. It was almost fourteen days till his birthday and over a month until he'd be boarding the train to school and reuniting with his friends.
He also felt-- almost scared to return to the wizarding world. his most lethal enemy, Lord Voldemort had been given a body the previous year and was now more deadly than ever, to only to Harry, which Voldemort had vowed to kill, but to the entire world.
As Voldemort's first act as a new man he had taken the life of Cedric Diggory, one of Harry's friends. Harry shook out the memory. It wasn't pleasant to think about those last few days of school.
To his surprise Harry fell asleep very easily. In fact before he knew it Aunt Petunia was pounding on the door wanting him to get up.
Harry felt that he'd only been half asleep all night as he stared at his quarter piece of grapefruit at breakfast. Dudley was still miserably failing at his diet, but Mrs. Dursley was still trying.
The Dursleys had always hated Harry from the moment he was born, and that hatred increased when he came to live with them on
Privet Drive. However this summer instead of flinching when they caught wind of him they scowled. Harry didn't mind all that much,
although he was betting on how long it took their faces to fall off.
Mr. Dursley was reading the morning paper while Mrs. Dursley and Dudley stared transfixed on the television. The silence was so
utter that Harry jumped when he heard his uncle laugh. "Well, boy" He snickered handing him the paper. "Looks like they've about caught your godfather haven't they?"
Harry pretended to be interested in the article in the muggle paper. He didn't want his uncle to know he was getting mail.... yet.
As soon as Harry handed the paper to Mr. Dursley a brown owl fluttered in the window and landed on the table. Harry recognized it to be one of the school owls.
The silence erupted to havoc as Dudley and Mrs. Dursley screamed and backed up against the wall and Mr. Dursley started to yell at Harry, his face turning purple.
"BOY!" he said shaking with Dudley and Mrs. Dursley behind him. "GET YOUR BLOODY OWL OFF THE TABLE!"
Harry calmly reached for the letter attached to the owl's leg, but it wasn't for him. His mouth dropped open when he read the name Mr. and Mrs. Dursley on the envelope. "I-it's for you." He stammered through his own astonishment.
His uncles face grew darker as he snatched the letter from Harry's hand. While Mrs. Dursley came out from behind her husband, all colour drained from her face.
Mr. Dursley ripped open the letter and started to read it, his face growing darker and darker as he read, mumbling nonsense, then taking everyone by surprise, he yelled "ANOTHER ONE?!"
Annie woke with a stiff back the next morning. Obviously she had been laying on something. When she finally was able to sit up, it looked like she had gotten a package in her room, with a letter taped to it. She picked up the long, slender box and looked at it with perplexity. It was addressed to her, but it had no address all it had was her name on it. Who would send something to her?
A knock came on her door and she hurriedly put the box under her metal rail bed.
"What?" she said to the visitor.
Her door burst open. Ms. Ower staggered inside her room. Her bright red hair was a mess and she looked like she had been drinking all night, and Annie could smell the liquor on her breath as she said. "Look you insolent little brat. I am the boss of you. You do NOT tell me what to do at any time or any place!"
Annie was confused. She finally decided Ms. Ower must still be drunk, because she had no idea what she was talking about. She just looked at her orphan mother, not quite knowing what expression she had on her face.
Ms. Ower gave Annie a look of dignity and turned around to leave."Oh by the way." She said calmly and assuring. "The next time
our paths cross you will be dead."
Annie didn't know what to say, do, or think she just stood there as the red haired monster left, absolutely shocked. Ms. Ower had threatened her! Well wasn't like she hadn't before but his time it was so for sure! But Annie could a lost tack in the drunkenness. people didn't really have control over themselves when they were like that, but still, if she was seriously thinking about it, it would happen sooner or later.
She sunk down onto her bed, totally shocked. For the first time in her life she felt sure it was time to run away. She had thought about it before, but she guessed her optimistic side kicked in. Now she was sure. it was time to go.
Annie sped around her room, jamming everything she owned into her old book bag including some money, her candy stash and her
picture of uncle Black. She looked around.
Was there anything else? The package! maybe it had something that could help her. She threw herself on the floor, and pulled out the package with the letter taped to it. She ripped off the rapping and put the letter to the side. When she opened the box she found--a broomstick?
She sat down. who in there right mind would send an orphan--or any person for that matter-- a broomstick? She thought of the letter.
She nervously picked it up and read it. She had to squint to see the miniscule writing.
Ms. Codwell,
I beg your pardon for calling you so late, but you have a choice leave your current residents in the Aphrodite Orphanage in Athens
Georgia (Untied States),to a new home in Surrey England. You are being asked to move because you have been accepted into a new school. All will be explained at your new home. The broom that I have included has been enchanted to go directly to this house. I hope that you decide to leave, you will be able to return next summer, if that is your wish to do so.
Minerva Mc Gonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
If Annie was confused before she read the letter, now she was even more so now that she had. What was she supposed to do ride the broom? She stopped herself in mid thought. ride- the broom? Sure it was possible. But that wasn't the half of it! Who ever this Mc Gonagall person was, she wanted her to go to England?
Well, that would get her away from Ms. Ower. But what if this was a trap? Annie gave a loud exasperated grunt and picked up the broom, and set it on the floor.
"Okay now... broom,"She said feeling like such an idiot. "When I say 'up' you're gonna float or move or do something to prove yourself 'hear?"
The broom didn't reply, but Annie gave a big sigh, and yelped "UP!"
To her surprise, the broom jumped into her hand! She couldn't believe it! She was so out of here! She picked up her bag, stuffed the
letter into it, and opened her window. She looked out into the sky. Then, she mounted the broom and kicked off, soaring out the window and above the clouds. It was like all the joy in her heart was brought out. She was flying! She couldn't help but grin as she easily passed up birds. She was off to a new life and she had a good feeling about it.
Ms. Ower, with a knife in her hand, burst in Annie's room. "ALL RIGHT YOU LITTLE--" She stopped for a second then she let out
a scream to find that the little brat known as Annie Codwell had flown the coop.
