"Ah!!!!!", Maggi shrieked when she noticed that her feet weren't on the ground anymore.
"Come on Maggi! If you're smart, you wouldn't scream that loud. People might think you're crazy.", I said, but I'm also aware that she's not lying. She's floating two inches above ground. She thinks I did it to her, as if I could do that? I'm not a magician. Anyway, Maggi is my enemy since second grade. I am now in fourth grade. Actually, it is surprising that I survived a year and a half from all her complains that I'm a witch or whatever. She hated me ever since the day I ACCIDENTALLY threw my pudding on her face. She thinks I was meant to do that because even myself couldn't figure out how that pudding smacked directly to her face while I'm ten feet across the cafeteria. That was a year ago, I moved on but she just won't.
Back to the present. Our teacher barged into the room with a worried look, "What happened?".
"She's a witch! She raised me high up the ground!", Maggi complained pointing to her feet looking surprised that she's standing on solid ground.
"Hey!", I shouted at her.
"Ok, ok. Calm down the two of you. Can someone explain what truly happened?", Ms. Andrews asked.
"I'll do it!", Maggi volunteered. I didn't mind her explaining as long as she tells her the truth.
"I was just telling her that I'm sorry for what happened the last time, but I guess she couldn't accept it so she bad mouthed me and cursed. I felt a sudden difference and when I looked at my feet, I was floating in midair!", she explained.
"First of all, I don't curse and I don't use bad words. Second, it's not my fault you are above ground. Third, it wasn't that high, it was just 2 inches. And lastly, that isn't what happened.", I complained.
"Then can you tell me, Miss Vaughn, what really happened?", Ms. Andrews suggested.
I explained the whole scene and ,surprisingly, Ms. Andrews thought Maggi has a pretty wide imagination.
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Irene Vaughn and the Eternal Captive
General FictionIrene Daphne Vaughn, yep, that's me. Everything's normal apart from the fact that one of my parents is a goddess, and she angered my mortal father. How? Why? I don't know. For all I know, my father planned his revenge before he died. His anger for t...