It's another summer, this time I'm at The Laurel Boardinghouse for Boys. I've only been here for 6 hours but the depression is already sinking in. I don't know what to do. It's like I'm floating aimlessly around in an empty space of all white. I'm lost. And the only one who can get me back home is me. But how?
I don't bother unpacking, I just lie down on the small bed and fall asleep whispering to somebody, anybody who may be listening: "Take Me Home". As I fall asleep I feel magic seep into my words.
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You're My Home | Snowbaz
FanfictionIt's the being of summer before his Eighth Year at Watford School of Magicks and 17-year-old Simon Snow is lost. He knows that the only one who can help him find his way is him so he decides to leave his care home and pave his own way. He casts the...
