I’m done with magic. For one thing, it’s invaded my life without asking permission. Can you say rude? But magic isn’t done with me. Sparks start flying and I can’t seem to stop setting dresses and lamps on fire. Then there are the other sparks, the ones that have to do with a certain green eyed neighbour – the one teaching me magic. Add that to the fact that there are suddenly people out there who are trying to either creep me out to death or just kill me the old fashioned way and you got my life in a nutshell (or maybe something bigger, like a coconut. Tristan would probably tell me to shut up and that it’s just an expression, but I would like to be clear: my life is way to complicated to fit in a nutshell). And I thought the hardest challenge of junior year would be finding my math classroom.