Sapphire Magic School

A New Beginning

My name is Amethyst. I just made it to 7th grade...I don't feel any taller or older or anything. Is that the mail truck? Yes! I think this may be my ticket into one of the best schools in the world!
I walked outside to see what the mail truck had left me. Let's see...Bills, bills, more bills. Nothing. My mom called from the house. "Amethyst! What came in the mail?" I sighed. "Just bills, that's all." I came inside the house and she hugged me. "Honey, maybe they didn't accept you...I hate to break it to you, but it could be true." We broke away from the hug. I went into my room.
Anyway, I have purple hair. Sounds weird, right? My mom named me Amethyst, so she made me get it dyed when I was only 5 years old. Well, I don't think its that bad. I actually like it. Tons of people aren't allowed to get their hair dyed at age 5, so I guess that means I'm kinda lucky! My mom also has purple hair. However, her name isn't Amethyst. Her name is Jade. Seriously, she could've gotten her hair dyed green or something. Then again, that would make her look like some seaweed monster or something. Also, my eyes are hazel (Purple and green look good together, don't they?) and I'm not that type of girl who wears eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipstick, or any makeup like that. It's just too hard to wash off and I have odd eye reflexes. I just wear a cat ear headband, that's all.
My mom never wore makeup or any of that fancy stuff. Once in a while we wear nail polish, but not that often. My mom never dated until she was 16 or 17. I don't plan on dating anytime soon. All those stories about cheating guys, I feel bad for the poor women victims.
All of a sudden I heard the front door open. It was my dad coming home from work. He works as a cashier at the main store in this small town. I decided to come out of my room since he was home. Whenever he was home, dinner was usually ready. As I walked toward the door, I heard my mom shout, "Amethyst! Dinner's ready! I made spaghetti with your favorite meatballs!" That made me feel better. A lot. "Coming Mom!" I said.
At dinner I ate all that was in my bowl. Then I had a second helping. All this eating and I don't grow taller or gain weight? Weird. Oh well. That's just how I was made.
"Amethyst!" my dad said. "Save some for me!" I laughed. My dad is a huge joker. My mom laughed too. I was having a good time. Until after a few moments, when my dad asked something to bring my mood back down. That terrible question was, "Hey, has the invite to that school come yet?"
I sighed. I was very sad. Not sad, but disappointed. Very. Then my eyes started to fill up with tears. My mom hugged me. "It's ok honey. I'm sure it'll come soon."
Wow. First she says I might not have been invited, then she decides to say that it'll come. But will it come? Am I qualified to go there? Well, it's already August, and schools here don't start until September, so maybe it'll come in the mail tomorrow.
A few hours after dinner, I got into my pajamas, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair. I said "Good night" to my mom and dad. After a while, I couldn't sleep. I was filled with nervousness and anxiety. I wasn't sure wether I would be accepted or not. I finally decided to try and fall asleep again. I closed my eyes and lay on my bed, thinking about what the school would be like. I finally fell asleep.
Our house is a tan color on the outside. It's a one-story, 3 bedroom, and a two bathroom house. Even though I'm an only child, we still have a guest room for sleepovers or a homeless hobo or something like that. We don't have a basement, just an attic. And this is just a storage attic, not for a living area. My room walls are painted a light lavender and my room's floor is a tan carpet with a dark purple area rug. I also have a walk-in closet for all my belongings. The bathroom that's right next to my bedroom has a shower-tub combination, a toilet, and a sink.
I was having a dream. I dreamt that the school I might be going to had evil people living in there and evil overlord training. I didn't want that, but I highly doubted that would be what the school was. After a while later, I dreamed again. This time, I dreamt that the school was a floating school which fairies and pixies would go to to learn the ins and outs of being a fairy or a pixie.
This time I woke up, it was six in the morning. I decided it would be no use to go back to sleep again, so I just lay there, wondering what the school would be like (Whether I get in or not). However, thinking tired me out again, so I ended up falling asleep.
I woke up at 8:15. I sat up and yawned. It was Saturday. Every other Saturday, we made pancakes for breakfast. I wanted my favorite pancakes: peanut butter and jelly pancakes! I jumped out of bed and ran out to the dining room. My mom jumped up and ran to me and hugged me. She was smiling uncontrollably. "Mom!" I said. "Calm down! What is it?" My mom handed me an envelope. "Amethyst, the mail came a little early today! It's from the school! Open it and read it!"
I opened it. There was a letter inside, so I read it. It said: