The Forgotten One

A Witch

-chapter 1-

The letter came on July 10: today. I had been in my room, getting dressed. I had just pulled on my favorite shirt: a plain gray shirt that said "Sarcasm is my number one weapon." I like it because it brings out my gray eyes, and because I'm very sarcastic.

Just as I'm opening my door to go downstairs, there's a little tapping on my window. I turn around to find a barn owl sitting outside my window. I rushed over and opened the window. The owl hopped in. I noticed a letter was attached to its leg. I untied it and looked at the address.

Miss Astrid Coffey was scrawled in beautiful penmanship. I looked at the address. Sure enough, my address was under my name in the same beautiful penmanship.

I began to open the letter when I heard my mum waking up the stairs. I quickly shoved the owl out the window, telling him to stay hidden and I'd feed him something in a little bit. I took the letter-my letter- and placed it under my pillow on my bed. I quickly grabbed a book off my desk and sat on my bed, pretending to be reading. I looked at the cover of the book. The Outsiders was on the cover. Great. I thought to myself. Mum'll yell at me for reading this book again.

The door knob turned and I started to read my book. Mum walked in, surveying my room. Then she looked at me.

"You're reading that book again?" Mum asked. "Can't you read something else?"

I looked up at her, then went back to reading, ignoring her questions.

"Astrid," she walked up to me and snatched the book out of my hand. "Would you stop reading this silly book and clean up your room?"

"It's not silly." I snatched the book from her and put it under my pillow, where my letter was. Then I reached back under my pillow and pulled out my letter.

"What's that?" Mum asked.

I started to open it.

"What's that?" Mum asked again.

I ignored her. Just like everything else of mine, she snatched the letter out of my hands. "Hey!" I shouted at her. "That's my letter!"

"Who would write to you?" Mum sneered. She opened the envelop and pulled out the parchment. I watched as her eyes quickly read over the letter. I didn't dare try to take the letter out of her hands; I would get slapped, like I always was when I tried to. "Hogwarts?" She said under her breath. "What's Hogwarts?"

"Let me see." I reached toward the letter, but my mum turned around, walking out of my room. I jumped up, running down the stairs after her, taking them two at a time. "Give me my letter!" I shouted at her.

"Fine. Here. You're not going so what does it matter anyway." She shoved the letter and envelope into my hands. I ran back upstairs and slammed my door, locking it behind me. I heard a hoot outside my window and let the owl back in. He perched on my desk chair.

I read through the letter. Witch. Wizard. Wand. Hogwarts. All these words kept popping up. I was shocked. I was a witch. Me. The girl with no friends and who no body liked. I was a witch. I could do magic. That thought excited me.

I sat on my bed, just staring at my letter.

That's what I'm doing now; still. Just sitting here, not knowing what to do. The owl is getting so loud I let him back outside.

I grab my messenger bag, shove my wallet, letter and some other essentials in it and grab my coat. I put my bag over my shoulder, hanging my coat over my shoulder, knowing that at night it gets chilly. I grab The Outsiders from under my pillow and put it carefully in my bag. I open my bedroom door and turn around to take one last look at it. I turn back around, slamming the door behind me.

And with that I skip down the stairs, swinging the front door open and walk into the bright afternoon.