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Hello reader! Just letting you know, I will publish a new chapter of this story every day or so. Be sure to check in for the next one! 

      Evenport Preparatory Acadamy (or 'eepah' as the students affectionately reffered to it) was a square, flat, boring-looking school. The walls were covered in a strange dust, the ceiling stained, the floors covered in cheap, bright orange carpet. There was one large patch of dry grass and litter behind the school itself, with rickety plastic lunch tables looking at least 50 years old. And it was there that Rosalie sat that day, munching on her kale-and-mustard sandwich. Her parents were health-freaks, and kept her on a strict diet of frankly revolting foods. 

      Rosalie sighed. She was a sigher. And yet she had reason to be. Her life was boring, and simple, and ugly. She lived in the suburbs of one of the ugliest places in England: Luton. Literally voted one of the worst places to live. The school was wedged behind a trainstation, for heaven's sake. She felt a rumble in the concrete below her shiny flats as the 12:30 Express soared by. 

      She carefully observed the train: She couldn't help but be fascinated by it. The silver rims, the dark blue, shiny exterior. The speed as it ran across the tracks, miraculous and bold and- 

      "Yoohoo? Rosalie? You awake?" Rosalie blinked and let her eyes slide back into focus: Standing in front of her was Maria, grinning behind her large, round glasses. Her untamable black hair spread out in a thick afro, as wide as her shiny smile. Rosalie swore, Maria's smile made the world a whole lot brighter. 

      "Barely" Rosalie said, smirking. "I can't believe I made it through Mr. Pfend's class" Mr. Pfend, a notoriously tediuous Maths instructer, had spent the entire 40 minutes of class on a spiel dedicated to the importance of the two dots on a division signal. Talk about boring. 

      "Alright, c'mon, let's get you out of this pit of despair" Maria teased, holding out her hand. Rosalie smiled and took her hand. 

      Maria led her behind the building, and opened her backpack. She pulled out a small leather-bound book, and a very broken looking twig. She gripped the twig tightly, and shut her eyes. Rosalie watched in tension as she began to utter the first enchantment. She whispered the spell they knew so well, words floating out of her mouth: 

      "Lumos" Just like that, the twig began to spark. A flicker at first, of a soft white color. Finally it stayed, floating at the top of the twig. 

    Rosalie smiled as the soft light illuminated the brick wall, and Maria made shadow puppets with her slender fingers. Impatiently, Rosalie grabbed the stick. She held it in her fingers, slowly running her nose down the length. It was strange, but she felt that it was important. She smiled, and quietly said: 

      "Lumos" And then it happened. The terrible, awful thing that happened. Something went wrong. Nothing had ever gone wrong before. Nothing like this. The tip of the want grew scarlet. A blood, pulsing red. The girls watched in shock as the light grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger until- 

      Rosalie was flying. Through her shattered vision, Rosalie could see a bright light erupting from the school, and explosion. It was quiet. Rosalie was high above the ground: three times as much as the school, she felt like a bird. She grasped onto the stick, aware of the eerily quiet that followed a disaster. Was this a disaster? Her last thought was Maria before she slammed into the concrete, and everything went black.