Okay, let's be fair. There is absolutely no way I could have known this would happen. I live in the real world, where things like this just don't make sense. I'm a normal twenty-one year old accountant. Err... fine ... I'm the assistant to the accountant. And yes, I'm struggling to make ends meet. But if that isn't the definition of "normal," then what is? That's why I was there in the first place. Going to estate sales is how I furnish my apartment, afford nice clothes, and please the tiny shopaholic that exists within me. Walking into that old manor on Diadem Hill? That was me being smart. Frugal. That was me, Jenna Khan, needing a new blouse for my six-month review without a clue of what lay ahead. You've already guessed it wasn't just a blouse, haven't you?

Aurora is like any other college for witches -- schedules riddled with enchantments, alchemy, and flying classes, a huge campus surrounded by mountainous cliffs, classrooms rife with romances and rivals -- Oh, and a good mystery, of course! One that Lucia Black is about to get absolutely caught up in, whether she wants to or not.

Cover by @cutecottoncandyyy Just a few original poems about young women who caught my eye, so to speak. Most of them have never seen these poems. However, there is one exception. No, I will not name her but she did suggest to post my poems, so here I am publishing. Some poems have nothing to do with girls I liked per say. But as the title suggest all of them are about things that I didn't tell them. Please do not remake my poem unless you ask for and receive permission to do so. Sharing these poems is allowed and does not require permission to do so.