The School for the Magicals #wattys2016

Regina

Hello readers,
This book that you are about to read was written by me along time ago. It has many spelling errors and the paragraphs are cut in half. I hope this doesn't affect your decision to read it because I think it does have some good qualities.
Enjoy!

I stared out my window into the morning sky. I yawned.

Today was the day I was sent to The School for Magicals along with my sister, Paris, she

was the angel of the family so I had no idea why my parents had sent her away with me.

I was fifteen years old. I had short dark black hair and a so so face, but my darling

sister, Paris, had it all. She was my age and had long, blonde, silky, wavy, hair, and a

gorgeous face.

It wasn't fair. I got up from bed and walked into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, "WOW," I said aloud. My hair was a mess. I brushed it but then gave up. My hair looked

exactly the same. I went down stairs and saw Paris eating Pancakes and reading a

fashion magazine. "Pancakes are going to make you fat!" I said to her. She looked up

and smiled and shook her head. I hate it when she does that. I got some cereal from the

cabinet and ate it, then my little brother, Joseph, skipped in. " What are you so happy

about?" Paris asked in her half amused, half snooty voice. One thing that Paris and I can

agree on is that we both can't stand Joseph. Our parents came in behind him beaming. "

Joseph got all A's in his classes", my mom said. Paris looked at me in disgust, " I'm sure you'll be happy to have me and Regina gone". Our parents looked surprised. "What are you talking about? We adore our little angel".

They looked at me and said," And Regina we'll miss you." I rolled my eyes and Paris snorted. I was actually kind of glad to get out of this house. I wanted to start a new life

at my new school. I went to my room to start packing. It was pretty easy since I didn't

have a lot of stuff. I was really surprised Paris hadn't commented on my cray cray hair.

Wow I sound like Paris with all my cray cray. I looked at the clock it was only 7:00

A.M.
I still had about five hours until I had to get on the train. I took a deep breath before I

went down stairs again. Paris was now watching her fashion channel. I sat next to her

and asked, "So what are we watching today?". She didn't answer. She just smiled and

nodded her annoyingly gorgeous head. I tried to think of something to do to annoy he

so I farted really loudly. She screamed and I started to laugh so hard I could barely

breath. Her face looked like it was about to explode. Our parents ran in " Oh sugar, we

heard you scream! What happened?". They sounded over dramatic. "She.... she..." Paris

pointed at me accusingly. " She...farted!" I couldn't help but laugh. My dad chuckled a

little too but my mom looked at him and his face turned serious. " Is that true Regina?"

My mom asked in her mommy voice.

"Yes I farted on Paris. I'm so so soooooo sorry." When our parents left the room Paris

Looked at me . "How can I be related to you?" Spit came out of her mouth a little when

she talked, but I decided not to mention it.
Paris got up from the couch and stormed off to her room. A couple minutes later she

stormed back. I guess she really wanted to watch TV. I really hated her, and as you can see, I have good reason to. When I was 13, a girl in my class finally invited me over for a

sleepover. Paris swooped and told her a bunch of embarrassing things about me and

you can probably guess what happened after that. Paris has done loads of other things

over the years that have made me mad at her. I looked at the clock hanging over the TV.

It was a 8am now. "Have you even started packing yet?" I asked Paris. "Of course I

have" she answered then got up quickly and fast walked to her room. Joseph came running into the room. He leaped up onto the couch and said," I can't wait until you and

Paris leave". I tried to do what Paris always does and smiled and nodded. " I'm going to have your room and Paris's room too." At this point I wanted to strangle him. I took a

deep breath, got up, patted Joseph on the head, which seemed to confuse him, and went back to my room.