The Magic Box (Completed)

Chapter 1

Hi! My name is Cassiopeia Wonsworth-Smith, but everyone calls me Cassie. I am fifteen years old. I'm an only child - so life's pretty great!

I am the sole heiress to a Manor in Kent - which I live in. And I go to this extremely posh school nearby called T.A.F.I.R.K  short for The Academy for Insanely Rich Kids.

My parents are the general parents. They don't act like they own a ridiculously large Manor and have TONS of money!
The Manor is from my mum's side. My dad's just a general guy. Which is a good thing! No double manors or another pair of insanely posh grandparents who get you tons of books about 'The proper persona of a young heiress' and 'how to maintain your family reputation' and calling your grandparents grandmother and grandfather Wonsworth!

Anyway, so enough about me!

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Mum has gone to the shop and left me home alone. It does not matter, I mean, I'm totally not scared of my own house! It is pretty big though. I quickly text Mum to ask her if she could get some Oreos.

Bang!

I hear a thud.

I leap up from the bed and grab the bat Mum forces me to keep inside my room. Slinking down the stairs, gripping the bat.

I hear another thud.

I hold the bat tighter. My heart is thudding inside my chest, close to leaping out. I instantly know where the sound is from.

The sound is from the basement...

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The basement has been around since my great x4 grandfather Lord Arthur Wonsworth. Over the years my great grandfather had gone mad because of the basement. Since then its been forbidden to go in there. Rumor says that he had seen a magical box in the basement, and my parents had continuously denied it.

Sometimes I wonder whether it's true or not!

I creep down to the basement and pull the torch out from my pocket- that's another thing my mum makes me keep on me. I sneak down the rusty metal stairs into an enormous room.

The room is crammed with bits of rubbish and random things I can't identify.

I use my torch to touch the nearest thing to me and I see a piece of paper. I pick it up by the very tip and I see an envelope. On the envelope are the words 'Only a true Wonsworth will be able to open this map. Only a Wonsworth with our family traits can open this...' Now my curiosity has gained the best of me, and I run my finger across the envelope, admiring its smooth parchment, its hard wax seal with our family crest making the bumps and curves. The soft red, green and purple ribbons (our family colours) wrapped vertically across the parchment. The black ink inked on to the thin material and the penmanship it wears.
I suppose you could say I was in awe.

I break the wax seal and in the envelope are two sheets of paper. I notice that one of them is a map of the Manor and the other is a map of what I believe is the basement. I take the one that is of the basement and put the envelope inside my pocket.

Surveying the map I notice that there is a square on it and on this square are two messily written words magic box...

So it is real! I think so. It does seem it though. Or maybe the person who wrote the letter went insane? Like my great grandfather? I don't know. This is too much...