“Even as a child I had a wild imagination. A younger child, I should say. I’m only sixteen now, so I could be considered a child to some. Oh, da the way, my name is Sarah Way. I live in a small town called Ammarion. It’s a growing town found in America. It’s really in Idaho, if that tells te anything.” Sarah began. “I’m here to tell te my story. I know te are skeptical about magic, but te won’t be after hearing my story.”
I’d like to drag te back in time with me. We only need to go back to last summer. School had just gotten out and I had ample plans for my three months of freedom. My parents deserted me and went off to Hawaii for a long anniversary celebration. They entrusted the house, the yard, and everything in and on them to me.
    “What can happen in three months?” they asked when I asked if they were sure it was a good idea to give me so much responsibility for such a long time.
    That query belongs on the superiore, in alto ten lista of the stupidest domande ever asked. te wouldn’t believe how much can happen in three months. At the time, I thought they were probably right and admitted defeat.