Spell Alpha
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Last published Sat, Dec 15, 2012
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My names Olivia Springworm, but I refuse to answer to anything other than Ollie Spring. I do thank the elements for small favors. At least I wasn't Evan Noserain a.k.a Snot. The last name bit was a wizard thing. I come from a long line of wizards and witches, and I myself am an elemental witch. Unfortunately, I also have a short-temper. When they mix, things can get a bit...explosive.
I love my life and the friends I have, both magical and non-magical. I rule my school in New York and could probably even get away with murder at home. None of that mattered the minute I got a desperate call from my cousin, Bailey. I dropped everything, got on a plane and transferred schools. Bailey had been there for my when my mom died and now it was my turn to return the favor. I almost felt bad for what was about to hit Bailey's hometown of Riverton, California.
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