It's another boring day. Here I am, alone, whilst Lottie, Leo, Leigh, Mum and dad are all out and once again I'm by myself. Well, not really. I've got my book. Sometimes, I wish my book would come to life and I'd be whisked off my feet into a world of magic. As if. Magic doesn't exist! I hop up, onto my feet, and look around. This is my life. Being cooped up in a bedroom the size of a cupboard. Wait, no, an eleven-year-old (very nearly twelve) should be out having fun! Going out with friends before their parents send them out to Boarding school. Wait, didn't I mention that earlier? Well, mum and dad have decided to send me off to a posh all-girl school. Perkingtons. What type of a name is that? I decide to say it aloud, just to try it out. "Perkingtons" I mutter it under my breath. Leigh didn't have to go to a school like that! I bet Lottie won't either. Just me, because, apparently, I need to make more friends. Then, I hear a whistling sound. A loud, clear whistling noise. Did mum put some food on for me? A golden envelope now flutters into the room. I give a short, quiet scream. The letter softly lands on my bed. I run over, and pick it up. It feels crisp. Try imagining real gold, but not heavy. That's what it feels like. A light, airy gold. I turn it over in my trembling hands. Twirly, delicate-looking writing reads:

'Miss Lola Love, The Tiny Bedroom at the Right-hand Side of the Stairs, 18 Jackson Street, Brighton, East Sussex'

It's for me! I never get letters, and it's still almost a week until my birthday! I tear it open, my heart pounding. My eyes skim through more writing. My dreams have come true. My books have come to life. I am a witch.