September 1st, 2001
Dear Diary,
You are a lovely diary, did you know that I think that? But even though it's nice to have an old fashioned brown diary, I somehow expected a bit more...well considering you were bought at a magic market or whatever Aunt Moesha called it. I don't know, I just somehow thought you would do something, like give me spells and take me places. I guess the textbooks will explain that stuff. Though I didn't get many because Moesha said they're better in N.Y.C magician's markets. I got two books though- one is called "The History of Wizardry" and the other is called "Great and Powerful Witches in the history of Magic" and it is filled with women who helped the world of magic expand. One thing that I found to be odd when I was sifting through the pages is that Cleopatra was in there, the queen of Egypt but she wasn't the same woman as what I have always been told, perhaps there were two? Two exactly the same? And perhaps I am exhausted, or maybe I really am off my jumpy, but I really think that I saw her blink in the picture, twice. It must be a bewitching book; illustrations don't blink or move at all for that sake. I closed it up and haven't opened it since because I don't want people to think I am absolutely bananas.
Oh diary, I am so confused. One minute I am normal and the next minute I'm not, I'm some sort of magic witch that has magic powers who's going to a strange school I've never heard of to turn people into frogs or something. It must be a dream. One of those dreams they show on the telly. I am very confused, and lost, and lonely and I miss my mother. I didn't even get to say good bye to her. There is something fishy about this whole arrangement. Tomorrow we go to New York City in the United States! I've never been to New York and I am very excited about this. I've never even been out of Britain! In New York, I am going to my new school, which begins September 3rd. It has a queer name too, Swampwash. Isn't that a riot?! I think it is very funny. But I don't think everything is all so funny and interesting. For instance, I am horribly afraid. I know I keep telling Moesha that I am happy to go, and when my mother changed her mind I knew it couldn't be all so bad. But as it is, I really wanted to go before but I am a little bit afraid now. I miss Joey, too. I didn't have time to tell her that I would be leaving to go to a (sort of) boarding school. And that new boy, Richard, I even miss him. He made me laugh, and we were going to be in the same classroom together. I am going to write them all a letter. I really do wonder when the next time is that I might see them. If I may see them. I'd rather like not to go if there shan't even be visiting. I want to go home and I would like it if this really was all a dream. Today happened far too quickly for my liking. But one cannot sleep in a dream, or can they? I must do that just now, for I am drowsy. I suppose I'll have to get up quickly though to get to New York tomorrow. We are staying at an inn (I haven't seen the word 'inn' in such a long time) tonight at, oh I just remembered the name! Diagon Alley.
Until Tomorrow then,
Molly