The Enchantress

October 10th

  Dear Diary I didn't ask for, 

 My name is Arabella. I am 12 years old. My birthday is on October 21st. Yeah, my birthday is in 11 days, and actually, I'm kind of excited for it.

  You see, 13 years of age means more here in the Us. than it used to or that it does in other countries. I'm pretty sure that whatever archaeologist is digging this up knows the way things were now, so I probably don't need to explain what happens when you turn 13. Well, I guess I should anyways.

Once apon a time, there were two human beings. They were disobedient and they ate a fruit that glowed, floated, and sparkled dangerously. I wouldn't eat it either if that's what it did. Anyway, they didn't know that fruit had magical powers, and so they suddenly only had to pronounce words strangely and whatever they said sparked out of their hands. Cool, right?

This affected their children, and their grandchildren, and those children's children, and so on. Their more direct descendants were born castings enchantments and had to be trained at a younger age. But as the time passed, the magic came later and later and later, until only 150 years ago the magic sprouted when the children turned 13. So because for some reason, America believes that they can do whatever they want, even though a pile of old-lady wannabes wrote in a leaf that we have rights. 

Well, they added a rule to the many others that those who don't get their magic at 13 will never get it.  Of course that's not true, but the government doesn't like people with no magic. Since the government likes to abuse its power, we have no alive people who have no magic.

The term for those who lack magic is Non-magicals, and the term for those who get their magic later than the limit are referred to as late bloomers. People who could cast enchantments since  the day of their 13th birthday are formally known as enchanters, but i call them magicals.

  I don't think I'll be a late bloomer, because no one else was in my family. But I really want to go to the enchanting room. That's where you find out if you got your magic or not. No one will go in there with you, and you can't talk about it. All you can talk about is how you know if you got your magic. 

 We were told that entering the room should be painless, but if it hurts, then you might not ever have magic. Secondly, when you touch the statue? You should glow, sparkle and be able to float and come down at your will. If you don't do that, then you are not magical. I wonder what the statue looks like. Maybe its a beautiful statue, or maybe its old and crumbling.

Late bloomers can do the above, but they can't do the third step until they get their magic.  This step should be your first spell ever. You have to speak (?)to the statue and say the words in the inscription. If a flower of your favorite color is in your hand, then you are magical and safe. 

If nothing happens, then you are a late bloomer, which is really bad in the US. It's ok elsewhere, but we have strict laws regarding late bloomers and non-magicals. I don't even want to think about what happens to them...

Oh, my mom served macaroni and cheese for dinner! Bye!