TWO

OUR PRINCIPAL IS A WITCH

Krishainne Anderson

I was in the middle of a field with three girls I've never met before. They look familiar, maybe they were my schoolmates? Up above in the sky, the clouds were dark, like it will rain any minute. Green lightning was flashing. Suddenly, something hit my head.

Owwww.

"Krishainne?" Mrs. Clarkson, the English teacher, and great principal yelled.

"Aw, sorry, not again! I promise!" I said.

Mrs. Clarkson turned away. "Okay. Class dismissed. Oh, and Miss Krishainne, go to the faculty room."

"I got it, ma'am."

Jeez. I just took a nap then suddenly its class dismissal. Now, I'll be going again to the faculty room.

I fixed my things that were scattered n the floor, under my chair, everywhere. Then I headed to the faculty room.

I am Krishaninne Anderson, 11 years old, studying in Westover Hall- first year high school. Amazing, right? I was accelerated because of my maths. I'm interested in Mathematics, but the other subjects? I always fail,

especially in English. I am dyslexic, plus it is the most boring class whatsoever.

My hands were trembling as I opened the door.

That was the third time I went to the faculty this month-the last month of the school year. And still, it felt like it was the first time in my whole life. Suddenly, another girl came, also going to the faculty. Maybe she also feels what I feel, so we decided to wait outside without talking to each other. Later, two more girls and a weird-looking boy came over. All of us sat far from each other. Moments later, the door finally opened.

"Come in," Mrs. Clarkson invited.

My eyes widened. We saw a girl lying on the floor with a knife on her chest. Wait. I know her. That girl…. Imogen!

Imogen is also a first year student studying in the class next to mine. I don't get close to her though, because she looks stupid. But now, here, she's dead!

"What is this?" I asked.

"Ah, her? It's her fault. She came here without my permission. Don't worry, she's not dead."

I looked closely at the knife. The knife passed through her body, but… Why is there no blood coming out of Imogen?

"Anyway, I'll tell you straight to the point. The four of you, except Clover, are officially expelled."

My heart sank. Is this the result of what I've done the whole year? I only broke minor rules. But maybe because I've done it too many times, I should've learned my lesson. Still… this is an outrage! I want to protest!

I looked at the others. They also looked shocked- shocked enough our voices abandoned us.

"But no worries, another school is waiting for you! It's Hogwarts!"

Hog-what?

I looked at my schoolmates for guidance. On my left, the brown-haired girl looked at Mrs. Clarkson like, Are you freaking kidding me? The boy beside him looks angry, like he was gonna punch our principal anytime soon. On my right, a black-and-red haired girl's eyebrow was raised in confusion. I heard a thud behind me, maybe that was the other girl falling on the floor.

Mrs. Clarkson cleared her throat. "It's the school for special kids like you. It's a school for witches and wizards around the world."

There was another thud behind me.

Me? A special kid? School where I belong? School for witches and wizards? Whaaaaaat?

Suddenly, my heart felt excitement. I am gonna learn magic. I'm gonna make spells and potions for my enemies. But then, on the other side, what would happen to me? I don't know anything about magic! I will surely be tricked by the other witches-

"No! They are not going to Hogwarts. They should go to Camp Half-Blood!" a guy insisted. That's the time I realized that this guy is familiar. Of course, he's my schoolmate and I always see him walking strangely.

"Hey, what are you talking about?" said the girl that was obviously his friend.

"Hogwarts is not for you. You're not magicians whatsoever. You're half-bloods. So you must go to Camp Half-Blood. Makes perfect sense!"

What?

The girl on my left seemed to have the same thoughts as mine. "Are you mad? What do you mean we're half-bloods? What Hapm Calf-"

Me? Half-blood? Like, half human half animal? So… I'm more abnormal than I think I am. Anyway, what's Camp Half-Blood?

"So you're a satyr, right, Clover?" Mrs. Clarkson interrupted. Then she tensed. "I'M NOT GOING TO LET THEM STEP INSIDE THAT CAMP!"

Before any of us can react to her lunatic screaming, she took out a stick, approximately 13 inches, and she began blabbering something inaudibly. Suddenly, her table became a giant tiger.

"You should never step inside that camp in the name of Hecate!" Mrs. Clarkson yelled coldly.

The tiger was standing right in front of us, growling and drooling, and we didn't know what to do except pretend to be statues.

Mommy! I'm gonna die!


Yo. This is still Ajet, but I'm not the one who wrote this chapter, it's Vrenelli. I just haven't talked to her about her A/N here yet. Anyway... it seems nobody read this the last time I submitted it... So everyone's more interested in Percabeth, huh. *sigh* if this didn't seem like it's related to the book, then wait for the fourth or fifth chapter. Percy's gonna appear anytime soon :D So yeah. Every chapter is written in different character's point of view, and Krisshaine is the second one.

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