"I CALL APON THE CHEESECSKE OF DEATH TO PROTECT ME AND MINE!" Everyone is staring at me in shock as a blue orb blasts at the goblin. The goblin makes a terrified face right before she turns into a few hundred tiny slices of cheesecake.
I stand before the dead goblin, which is now a pile of cheesecake. But before I feel the rush of victory, Gertrude scrrams, "Ah! Another one is comming through the door!!!" Standing taller that I have ever stood before, I scream once again,"MIGHTY CHEESECAKE MIGHTY PASTERY GOD, DEFENNNDDDD MEEEEEEE!"
An even greater ball of shimmering blue light forms at my fingertips. I aim it through the door frame, which sends a shock wave throughout the playground. The shockwave knocks down all of the goblins in front of the door. I scream, "Come on! We NEED to get out of here!!" My class doesn't think twice and quickly runs out of the shed.
We make it across the playground when suddenly Bethery screams at Jessica, "LOOK BEHIND YOU!" A goblin was right behind Jessica by the tether ball. Jessica turns around. Before she can even process her doom, I use the last of my magic energy. I shoot the energy straight toward the tether ball, which sends it right into the goblin's face.
With a loud thud, the goblin falls to the ground. As soon as she's free, our class runs as fast as we can. We followed Mr. Buzzleboop, who is leading us to an old abandoned factory. Its one of the only places nearby that is safe since the school is now a giant block of ice. I feet like my lungs are going to give out. My ribs are digging into my stomach as I run.
Finally, we make it. Everyone finds shelter inside. They are all to exaughsted from running to praise me for saving them. After the adrenaline dies down, Mr. Buzzleboop says, "I have absolutly no idea what is going on, but we need to come to the basement of the building away from the windows so they won't find us again."
The class moves to the basement. We find some old farming equipment and grab it as a weapon. As per Mr. Buzzleboops instructions we barricade the doors with nearby items. A paint can. An old mop. Whatever we can get our hands on. Trout leans over to me and whispers, "How did you do that back there?" I lean to him and say," I don't know" even though I really do know.
It's because of this book I have. Something about it is special. The spell inside saved my life. I feel the leather cover. Stroking my fingers on it gives me a tingling sensation. A sensation that can't be described with words. Why ever my parents gave me this book, I dont know. But I think I might have a more powerful legacy than I intentionally thought.
There is only one thing to do. My class is too in shock to see what I am looking at. I open to the fist page of the book and begin reading...
"Dear Diary,
The world was made. I was named Jubaya by my creator and I was born a witch with extraordinary powers. I look around. A deep endless forst of green surrounds me. Suddenly,"...
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