Magic isn't all

Malida

"Welcome everyone to your new high school this school is a hands on school, not the type of hands on you are thinking by now. Boys!! Pay attention!" That is Miss. Elid she is the head miss tress here at quartan high school. The boys in the back started to giggle at the fact of hands on in witch fact I found very annoying. The other girls though were pouring over them because they say that there hot and attractive and so on. Me I like a gentleman who dose not where there pants all the down to there knees. I am 14 and my name is Malida and this is my first year here I don't have many friends, but they are ones that I can trust at least I hope so... My very closest friend is Velvet Qire she comes from Australia,but it's really calming to hear her voice. She has bright green eyes with brown hair as brown as the best milk chocolate you could ever get. She mostly where's her hair In a ponytail, but when she lets it down she looks like a princess. Her favourite colour is magenta and she loves to wear yoga paints. She also wheres a nice silky green shirt to match her eyes. Me and Velvet were waiting patiently in the corner for the rest of Miss.Elid to continue her speech. I was wearing jeans and a baby blue t-shirt on. " After school do you want to come to my house?" Velvet asked me whispering in my ear so no one else could hear us. "Sure" I said to Celvet as a smile started to spread along her face. After Miss.Elid was finished rounding up the boys she told everyone to go into the cafeteria to be put into there class. As me and Velvet where walking down Miss.Elid pulled me aside. "Malida isn't it?" She asked with an exasperated voice as she walked me away from the other students. "Yes ma'am"  I said striding along side her till she came to a stop. "Would you mind doing me a favour?" She looked right into my eyes which frightened me a bit. "What is the favour?" I said curiously, I have never been called on before by a principal. "I need you to walk outside and change the sign out there for me I have a box filled with the stuff you need and the message." Her voice had an accent and it sounded as though she was from London. She was wearing her hair in a tight bun and she had dirty blonde hair. She looked as though she was in her mid forty's and she was wearing a light blue dress that went down to her ankles. " I shall go and do so" I said looking at her with pride. She handed me the box and I left to go and put the new message up. As I walked I read the message and it said 'welcome all to our school- it then suddenly turned dark.