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Wild Angel · Aug 7, 2001, 08:35 PM

Here is the introduction, just to give you an idea.

Megan Tailor Enchanted and the Ghost of the Thief

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-Introduction-

Megan crawled out of bed miserably. She pushed some matted hair out of her eyes.

“Megan, WAKE UP!” Her cousin Gills voice boomed from the outside of the door leading to her extra ordinarily small room.

“I’ll be right down”, she griped pulling herself over to the dresser. Gill grunted and muttered off down the stairs. Megan picked up her brush and held it against her head while staring at herself in the mirror. “I’m going to get out of this place, someday…someday”, she whispered to herself. Shaking the thought out of her head, she began brushing her blonde hair out into a silvery rainbow on her back; tying it up with an over-used blue ribbon, she started downstairs.

“There she is, like, finally”, Megan’s cousin Emily protested angrily. Gill looked over at her from the couch and snorted as his friend George Clibell snickered under his breath the best he could manage. Megan’s Uncle Rob sat in his big brown chair in front of the television set complaining madly about the weather forecast. They were all plump like giant pears, except for Megan who was tall and slim. She had the most stunning blue eyes and blonde hair. Her uncle, aunt, and cousins had dirty brown colored hair and brown eyes. Their dirty freckled blue faces didn’t add much to the portraits. Megan smiled slyly and walked over to the kitchen. Her Aunt Marg swarmed around in it like a bee trying to get everything ready for breakfast. She was un-ordinarily slim and had a long neck and two beady evil eyes and a pointed nose. She muttered something and flung a plate in front of Megan. Two pieces of bacon, a muffin, and barely enough eggs to feed a chipmunk. She looked at it blankly.

“Eat up, you might die if your blood pressure gets any lower”, she sneered at Megan noticing she was staring at the plate. Megan picked her fork up and shoveled the food into her mouth fast incase her uncle was to ask if she was going to eat her bacon or not.

Throwing down her napkin, she scuttled up the stairs and back into her little room on the corner of the house. It was rather dark. Her bed was shoved up against a wall next to the window and a trunk of her few belongings sat at the bottom of the bed. There wasn’t a single picture on the wall. Her dresser looked very old and beat up. It sat next to her ragged nightstand, which had a lamp and a book on it. The dresser’s mirror had a long crack through it, and looked as if it was going to brake any moment, any time of the day.

Megan walked over to her trunk and pulled out some baggy jeans of her cousin Emily’s which had been worn out and a shirt that said ‘Angel’ on it, a halo sitting over the g and e. Slipping them on, she started back down the stairs, life was just as bad as it always had been for herself. She had lived 10 long dull years in that house. Megan was wondering if she could go down into the garden and…

“MEGAN LYNN TAILOR!”

Her insides jumped at the booming voice of her uncle. Apparently the mail had arrived, but why was he calling her down? She scuttled back down the stairs excited.

“WHAT IS THIS!? WHOM HAVE YOU BEEN WRITING TO THAT WE DON’T KNOW OF!?”

“Wha-?”

“LOOK AT THIS!” He held a letter up in the air. It was the least he could do to make Gill and George smirk under their breath more. He tore the letter open and began reading it out loud.

“Dear Miss Megan Lynn Tailor,

It has come to our hopes that you would come to Goldena, school of Defense Against Arts of Wizardry. We would like to inform you of enrollment next September on the fourteenth day. We would love for you to come and spend your years here with us.

Sincerely,

Professor Beak’ on”

“WHAT!?” Megan screeched happily. She danced around Uncle Rob trying to snatch the letter out of his hand.

“You WILL NOT GO!” His voice boomed.

“What!?” (Gill and George were rolling all over the couch laughing by now.)

“You won’t go! I won’t allow it!”

“But…”

“I said NO!”

It was a perfect ending to the dullest morning.