Story Land

Part 1

Dear Journal,

Nice to meet you! Now you are MINE! I am Lydia, turning 12 this week!  How did you end up on my hands? Well,  it’s not a long story. You see,  I was kicked out of the house. I stumbled upon this place and found out ( thanks to the animals) that it was the Enchanted Woods. And you, unfortunately, were lying about the dirt. So I picked you up and tried my best to clean you up ( which wasn’t really good to be honest ). As I flipped through your pages I saw that you were brand new! So I decided to keep you as my own and write in you ( if you don’t mind).  Anyway, I am still new to the journal thing. I asked some people how to do this, I’m not sure if I am doing this right. Let me see......

Intro... check.

Dear Journal...check.

My name...check.

Oh! I forgot I need to write an entry. Sorry. This is very complicated, I am writing this with my powers, it would write anything I speak.  

My powers? I am so used to it I sometimes forget that I am not a normal human and I shouldn’t use magic outside because people would think that I am a witch ( believe me, people raising torches and pitchforks aren’t something you want to experience, especially if to escape, you dive straight into a pile of cow waste ). My powers are strange, the exact reason why my family abandoned me. I don’t exactly remember them, it was when I was probably around five, magic started to sprout out of me. Blue glow, explosion, things disappear and reappear in another place, things floating or come to life when I walk past... The usual stuff. My family was scared, which is what normal people do when they meet something they don’t understand. So they did the natural thing, an old classic, take me to the woods and leave me there while I was asleep, you could kind of guess how that freaked me out. I kind of liked the woods, so I didn’t leave.....