Just When You Thought The World Was Coming To An End, A Miracle Happens.
Disclaimer: only Abby belongs to me...she's all mine...so there. Everyone else belongs to the talented Jill Murphy.
Chapter 1
Abigail Dismand looked back as the carriage trundled off into the darkness of the trees. She was scared, really scared, and all she wanted to do was to go…well she didn't have a home anymore, but she wished more than anything she was anywhere but here. It was called Cackles Academy, and even the woods looked more inviting than this castle did. But she had no choice, for Abigail had nowhere else to go. There was also the question of her being only nine years old; she was too young to start training to be a witch. Almost a year ago to the day, her mother had died. She had been out shopping when she was hit by a car, and suffered massive internal bleeding. Despite loving her mother, Abigail's mother had never had the time to get to know her daughter. And her father? Well the struggle of having to care for a daughter he barely knew, had committed suicide, thus leaving Abigail as the only member of her family. She knew she was an orphan, and had spent a horrible month in the state orphanage, which had left her withdrawn and unable to grieve for the life she used to have. This is where Amelia Cackle came in. Having been a very close friend of the family (she had even taught Abigail's mother), she had probably taken more of an interest in Abigail than her own parents had. Upon hearing the plight of the poor girl, she had suggested that she come to live at Cackles, until she was of age to start training to be a witch, which was lucky, as she had applied to Cackles anyway.
Just as Abigail made to knock on the front door, the door was swung open and a tall, stern looking woman glared out at her. Abigail almost instantly jumped back, her straight, blonde, shoulder-length hair bouncing on her shoulders. The look of shock on her face didn't seem to be noticed by the woman at all, who just simply said,
"You must be Abigail." This was more of a statement than a question, and Abigail remained silent as the women beckoned her to follow her. They climbed a flight of stairs, before stopping in front of a wooden door with Abigail's name on it. The woman opened the door, to reveal a small room, with minimal furniture, including a bed, wardrobe and desk. The only thing that looked familiar was Abigail's trunk; at least she had been able to keep what stuff she had, which was mostly clothes, a few books and some photos, mainly of her friends. Well, that's if you can call them friends, most of them hadn't wanted to know her since she became an orphan.
"I'm Miss Hardbroom by the way, I teach potions here at Cackles. I'll be back to collect you for dinner. Miss Cackle should be back by then."
Abigail nodded to show she had understood, but the door had already closed. Without wasting a moment, she opened the trunk to pull out the one thing that was comfort to her; her teddy bear, before she threw herself on the bed and wept. She wept for the life she once had, and she wept for the lack of love and comfort which had left her life completely.
Constance Hardbroom had barely reached the stairs when she heard the heartbreaking cries of a certain nine year old. Normally, she would ignored them, but the fact that the girl was so young and considering the story that had come with her, Constance found it hard to ignore the pulling of her heart strings. In truth, she had never felt this way before, but there was something about the girl that made Constance pity her. Perhaps it was the fact that the girl seemed all alone, or perhaps it was because Constance knew exactly how she felt. Trying to ignore the heart wrenching sobs, she silently made her way to the staff room, praying for Miss Cackle's swift return, so that she might comfort the girl.
A/N: ooooh...the first Worst Witch fic I've posted...please review...although I'm not bothered if you don't, I just want my fics out there!