Fate for Hazel

A MAGICAL TALE

i lived in New Jersey, it was a nice place, i had never been anywhere beyond its borders so i cant really judge, but i like it..
So our school was like... um...fine.
When Grace got of the car and walked not even half a kilometer, she was crowded by people, friends, admirers, enemies, class mates and all sorts of people. And me... well i had my own life.
i walked into school all by myself. i walked up to my locker. it was different from everybody else's. it wasn't covered in pictures of famous bands, or sparkly pink wallpaper. I made my own wallpaper out of coverers of my favorite books. i love reading. i opened my locker and took out my books for the first class.
i was about to close the locker door shut when i caught sight of an amazing book, i keep a whole bunch of books stacked up in my locker but this was one I'd definitely never read before. i couldn't resist the urge to pick it up so i did.
The bell rang literally 30 seconds after i started walking to class. talk about perfect timing. the first class was math. UGH! I hate math. so i let the teacher continue with his speech on equations while i had this interesting book open on my lap. its cover said- A MAGICAL TALE. It was about a boy who discovers he had wizardly powers and how he goes of to a place called camp half blood.
When i read i enter a world entirely of my own. i was now a girl named Pansy parkinson, she was sitting in the forest with a few of her friends including the boy with the strange powers. my story book self then royally said " well, mister grover is it? if i hadn't seen you a week ago i wouldn't have invited you at all" Mister grover along with a few other men smiled shyly. then one of them, he boy with the powers commented on my dress and said it was truly beautiful....
"Hazel! tell me the answer to question five" shouted an agitated voice. " well," i replied " i found this dress at a market sale in a far away land. it is gorgeous, thank you" ...silence...gigles... and a dark shadow cast over me... the math teacher grunted and asked with a puzzeld voice "dress?! what dres-" he stopped in the middleof his sentence looking at the book in my hands. he sighed " my office after class" he said and snatched the book from my hands, and without another word, he dismissed the class.