Ensorcell

Watching the hands of the clock move felt like an eternity of waiting in Mrs. Finch's English class. Today was the last day of my old life and the starting of a brand new one. When this period ends I'll be free of school, my foster family, and my unknown past I had been so obsessed with when I was young. Turning eighteen was all the more better when your birthday is on the last day of your senior year. These last moments of my day are filled with the obnoxious noise that comes out of Mrs.Finch's horrid mouth.

"Alannah Woodland, please pay attent-" Mrs. Finch started to say as the bell rang, cutting her off.

"Alannah is free!" I exclaim, in a terrible impression of dobby.