One lonely winter Chelsea stood at the bus stop on her way home from work. Chelsea, 23 years old and pale from the cold with white snowflakes falling on top of her dark, shiny hair was on her way home from a 13-hour shift at the local donut store called “Dan’s Donuts.” This was all because of her annoying sister who wanted the new Barbie doll and her mom did not want to buy it for her. Because of the 5 inches of snow, the bus came 10 minutes late. Oh shoot, I’m going to be late for Grandma’s birthday!
She wanted to get on her flying broomstick like all the other witches in her family, but she couldn’t. She had no magic. The thought of being humiliated by her family for missing her grandma’s 92nd birthday was killing her. 92 is when all witches lose their immortality and then start to age. This means that it marks the start of the end of a witch’s life. She was imagining what her parents, cousins, aunts, uncles, and, most importantly, what her grandma would say.
Chelsea finally got to her stop. She seemed to have walked for hours, though her house was down the street. When she got to the door, she played with her keys, trying to find the right one. When she opened the door, there was loud music and cake, and Grandma was staring at her.
“CHELSEA, YOUR LATE AGAIN!” screamed Grandma. “EVEN THE ELVES CAME BEFORE YOU, AND YOU KNOW THEY’RE NOTORIOUS FOR BEING LATE TO EVERYTHING!”
Chelsea looked at her parents, and they had an “I’m disappointed” face. Everyone else looked at her like she had robbed a bank. Then the little devil came out of its hiding spot and looked at her.
“I’m disappointed in you, sis, for not buying me the latest iPhone last year and now being late to your own Grandma’s birthday.” Natasha shakes her head.
Chelsea’s face was all red, and she ran to her room. A mouse then went up to her. This was Chelsea’s best and only friend, called “Mousey.” Chelsea can still remember the gasps and screams of terror when everyone found out that she was a human—the only human. Unlike the rest of her family, with long noses, tall witch hats, and a magic broom, she has nothing. At midnight, Chelsea heard knocking at her door. She looked under the small sliver under her door and knew from the long, pointy shoes that it was her grandma. She slowly cracked open her door to let her grandma in. They sat on top of her bed, making a loud creak.
“I’m sorry for screaming at you earlier; it’s just that I wanted you to be there for my birthday because, as you know, I don’t live forever.”
“I know, Grandma, it’s just that I work so hard for not that much pay, and I don’t get to do stuff like the rest of the family. I feel like I’m a whole different person, and I don’t belong here.” signed Chelsea.
Chelsea felt a cold but careful touch around her body. She then hugged her grandma back. Her grandma then carefully put a plate on Chelsea’s legs. It was a big piece of cake.
“Is it chocolate?” wept Chelsea.
“You know it, girl,” she said, smiling at Chelsea as she wiped her tears.
She wanted to get on her flying broomstick like all the other witches in her family, but she couldn’t. She had no magic. The thought of being humiliated by her family for missing her grandma’s 92nd birthday was killing her. 92 is when all witches lose their immortality and then start to age. This means that it marks the start of the end of a witch’s life. She was imagining what her parents, cousins, aunts, uncles, and, most importantly, what her grandma would say.
Chelsea finally got to her stop. She seemed to have walked for hours, though her house was down the street. When she got to the door, she played with her keys, trying to find the right one. When she opened the door, there was loud music and cake, and Grandma was staring at her.
“CHELSEA, YOUR LATE AGAIN!” screamed Grandma. “EVEN THE ELVES CAME BEFORE YOU, AND YOU KNOW THEY’RE NOTORIOUS FOR BEING LATE TO EVERYTHING!”
Chelsea looked at her parents, and they had an “I’m disappointed” face. Everyone else looked at her like she had robbed a bank. Then the little devil came out of its hiding spot and looked at her.
“I’m disappointed in you, sis, for not buying me the latest iPhone last year and now being late to your own Grandma’s birthday.” Natasha shakes her head.
Chelsea’s face was all red, and she ran to her room. A mouse then went up to her. This was Chelsea’s best and only friend, called “Mousey.” Chelsea can still remember the gasps and screams of terror when everyone found out that she was a human—the only human. Unlike the rest of her family, with long noses, tall witch hats, and a magic broom, she has nothing. At midnight, Chelsea heard knocking at her door. She looked under the small sliver under her door and knew from the long, pointy shoes that it was her grandma. She slowly cracked open her door to let her grandma in. They sat on top of her bed, making a loud creak.
“I’m sorry for screaming at you earlier; it’s just that I wanted you to be there for my birthday because, as you know, I don’t live forever.”
“I know, Grandma, it’s just that I work so hard for not that much pay, and I don’t get to do stuff like the rest of the family. I feel like I’m a whole different person, and I don’t belong here.” signed Chelsea.
Chelsea felt a cold but careful touch around her body. She then hugged her grandma back. Her grandma then carefully put a plate on Chelsea’s legs. It was a big piece of cake.
“Is it chocolate?” wept Chelsea.
“You know it, girl,” she said, smiling at Chelsea as she wiped her tears.
