Posted on January 1, 1  •  One minute  • 163 words

I am a very powerful, unemployed witch who is training at high school, and I had just gotten one of my essays from the mock exams back. Whatever story I had written involved lots of math, so my professor wrote, “Don’t recycle your math homework” on it, but the grade was pretty good. Apparently, I had been lying to my friends about my employment status, but they caught on. They bullied me on my way home from school, and one of them stole my magic chapstick. “They must have begun to doubt my skills”, I thought. I managed to grab it back and shove the whole thing in my mouth - normally, I only need to apply it once to have enough magic for the whole day. I then proceeded to blow up the whole district. I managed to survive because of how cool I am. I then fell to the ground.

I want another magic chapstick (it was a lovely purple colour).