Chapter 4
It was night. Kyra lay on her bed, watching as the moon cast light over her room. She turned over. She couldn't get to sleep.
So she was a witch. Kyra kept on seeing images of her riding on a broomstick, while a cat clung onto the back. Maybe witches weren't really like that, but nonetheless…
Kyra moved her fingers through her hair. She shouldn't be the one who was a witch. Jody was more cut out for it! He would have believed the letter straight away, sneaking off to whatever school their mother talked about.
Tuh, he wouldn't even care about the fact that their mother didn't want either of them to go to this school. He would just figure out how to go. That was Jody. Always besting her. Always on top of things. Oh, how she hated him! Oh, she knew he had to hate her! She just knew it!
Her bedroom window suddenly broke. The wind blew in, and Kyra curled up under her blanket even more. This was the third time the window had broken.
And her mother had spoken of her father…… apparently, he had gone to the school too. He was a…. wizard? Warlock? What was the right term? She figured that wizard was the right one, but warlock seemed so much more magical. Of course, it also brought to mind a shriveled up little imp waving a little stick about and eating beetle eyes. So maybe wizard was better.
She turned over in her bed. Why do these sort of things have to happen to her family? Why couldn't they just be normal? First her father leaves. Then strange things start happening around her. Then these letters. And now she finds out she's a witch!
She curled up even more, on account of a harder gust of wind coming through the window. It was going to be one long night.