The Safeworld Network
Disclaimer: Same as before. I do own Morgan Ylime though.
Here's Chapter 2! Enjoy, and please review!
Chapter 2: Things are Getting Freaky!
Morgan turned around slowly. She looked out her window. There, straight in front of her, sitting on her window sill, was a small, grey owl. It was tapping furiously away at the glass.
Morgan was decidedly shaken by now. She got up from her floor and crossed the room to the window. She opened it, and the tiny grey owl flew into the room. It settled down on the bedpost, and stared at her. Morgan didn't know what to do. Part of her wanted to believe that this was a dream, that none of this was really happening. Another part of her still thought that this was some kind of joke. The sane, rational part of her pointed out that her uncle wouldn't be able to find, let alone hire an owl this well trained. That part also pointed out that there was no such thing as magic, and wizards weren't real. As she thought about all this the owl continued to stare at her. She suddenly realized that it was waiting for her to give it her answer.
Grabbing a pen and a piece of paper off her desk, Morgan hastily scribbled a note:
To the person who sent me this letter,
If this is a joke, you've wasted a lot of money, because I'm not laughing. If you think that I'm that gullible, I'm not, so stop wasting your time.
If, by any freaky chance, this is real and there is really a Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you're wasting your time. I am probably the most normal person alive besides being ridiculously smart, I am not a witch and there is no such thing as magic!
I am sorry for any inconvenience that your sending me this letter may have caused you.
Sincerely,
Morgan Ylime
The owl flew over to her, perched itself on her desk lamp and stuck out its leg. Morgan eyed it thoughtfully and reached out to it. "Aren't you a well trained little thing" she asked it, stroking it gently. The owl wiggled its leg at her. "Oh, right. The letter!" she remembered. "Hang on a sec, I just thought of something."
PS: Even if you are a real school, and even if there was even the slightest possibility I was a witch, you could never, ever convince my parents to let me go to some crazy magic school!
PPS: Where is this school, anyway?
Morgan looked at her note with a critical eye. Then satisfied that it was not too rude, she held it out to the owl. The owl grabbed it in his talon and flew away.
Morgan slowly sank down onto the floor, her mind trying wildly to process what just happened. Then she heard her mom calling her to dinner, and, hiding the letter under her bed, ran downstairs.
Ah ha! The plot thickens.