Hi my name is Magic. You might think that Magic is a strange name.  But I’m a witch.  I live in a half mansion half magic lake. It’s kind of hard to explain because it always changes. Like once it look like a sleeping bear.  You might think of a witch as a green evil weird looking person. Well I look like a normal person and I’m very nice.  I do have a broom but I never use it.  I’ll tell you the truth.  I think riding a broom is scary.  Now I’ll can tell you my story.

One sunny morning before I became a witch I was walking and suddenly I fell but I didn’t trip and didn’t collapse. I didn’t know how I fell so I tried to get up but before I could even get up a cold rough hand…

What do you think will happen next?