Imagine you are a kid. Your name is Cassandra. Your mom is a witch, and your dad is mortal. You didn't know that you were a witch until your 10th birthday!
Cassandra's POV. "Um, ok." I say. "Listen, it may seem like a joke to you, but......" Aunt Luna says. "What may seem like a joke to me?" I ask. "You are a witch." She says. "What? No, no! It can't be true!" I say. "It is." Aunt Luna says. "NO!!!!!!!" I say. We walk back. "Umm, guys, I think I'm coming down with something." I say lying. I fake cough. Everyone rolls their eyes. "Well, at least open your presents! This one is from me!" Mom says. I open it. I gasp happily.
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Thank you, Mom!" I say. "Your welcome, Sweetheart." Mom says. "Now open mine!" Dad says. I open it. It turns out to be lipstick.
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"And now open mine!" Aunt Luna says. "It's a..... broom." I say.
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"One to clean with." Aunt Luna says winking. "Oh." I whisper. "Now mine!" Grandma says. "Thanks for the witch costume, Grandma!" I say.
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"Now me!" Jeremy says.
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I gasp. "They're for the junior prom next week!" Jeremy says. I hug him. Oh, Satan. Did I just hug him? JERMEY?!?! "Heh, Sorry." I say.
