Purple Eyed Wizard

Prologue

All rights reserved. Copyright of _CatWhiskerz, Nina. This story is all from my imagination; characters, places, and events are all part of my imagination. It is created for pure fun and entertainment. Any resemblence to actual events or locations is purly coincidental. No part of this story can be used or reproduced in any way without the author's permission. Everyone makes mistakes so I apologise in advance for any grammar mistake I might make. So without further ado, here is the story you have all been waiting for! I hope you enjoy reading :)
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Violet's POV

Another boring Monday. I woke up at 6:30 in the morning. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and admired my dark purple eyes, I always wondered how I got them.

Anyways I got ready for school, then I went to the kitchen and poured milk in a mug that says 'I h8 Mondays' which I only drank out of on Mondays. as I was drinking my milk my aunt yelled from her room "Violet! you're gunna be late for school"

"okay" I said and went out of the house, then walked to school. Only one more day and the horror, which is school, is over. Yay.

I ran into my friend Kat. I wouldn't actually call her my 'friend' since she only sticks around me cause she thinks she's better than me and that she can get me to do whatever she wants. I just ignore her sometimes and just have small talks.

"Hey Violet"

"Hi Kat".

She said "so how are you?"

"not bad" I shrugged. "And you?"

"Good" she said "oh my boyfriend is over there, see ya later" she said with a bragging tone. She only 'ran into me' so she could show off her new boyfriend what a clut

In history class, I was sitting in the back daydreaming, ignoring what the teacher was saying. Why do we have to study about dead people anyway, how did we even know what they were doing, was there someone stalking them and writing everything they did? Was the paper then different from the paper now? was their handwriting crappy like Mrs Hinkinz's? I love Mr Marven's handwriting, and every time he explains the lesson I just get lost in his icy blue eyes-

"Miss Blue, are you listening to what I am saying?" Mrs Hinkinz shouted, awakening me from my spiral of thoughts

"umm sorry miss, what were you saying?" I said blushing from embarrassment. I felt the heat of the judging eyes from the class, making me feel uncomfortable.

My teacher said "did you do your essay about World WarII?" oh shoot I forgot

"sorry miss but I....Uhh... forgot" I said with a guilty smile.

"Daydreaming in class and forgetting to do your homework Miss Blue? you will have detention after school" she said with disappointment. I sighed

detention...awesome, just what I needed

A\N: so this is the first story I have ever written. Please vote for this chapter if you enjoyed it and tell me what do you think, I wanna know if you think it's good and awesome or if its just bad and I'm embarrassing myself. And I assure you there is more awesome stuff to come.

Later.

CatWhiskerz789 <3