MIVIA~

"So do you believe me or not?" the pimple- er, I mean Kylie Jenner- demanded. "DO YOU DENY THAT I AM A MAGIC ZIT THAT CAN GRANT WISHES AND-"

"Gosh, you don't have to yell. I believe you." I told her, crossing my arms. I poked at the crosswalk button and waited on the sidewalk.

"BACKPACK BACKPACK!" Dora yelled, poking her head out the flap of my floral print backpack.

"Wait, you believe me? For real? You..." Kylie seemed genuinely surprised, or as surprised as a magical zit can be. She saw Dora and groaned. Suddenly, a large number of chubby bunnies began to rain from the sky. One of them dragged Dora into the street, but Dora bashed it on the head with her purple backpack. However, the bunny just ate the backpack. Then it tried to eat Dora, but she disappeared with an loud cry of "BACKPACK!"

I shook my head and turned away. I could see my school from here, and it looked as if I'd be on time. Early, even.

"So why aren't you surprised to see me? Are you insane? Or just very slow?" Kylie asked, not very politely.

I sighed. "My whole life is a cliche. My dad and brother died in a car accident. I fell for the bad boy. I'm a nerd. What more can I say? It's horrible."

"Well, I can certainly fix that." Kylie said.

"Obviously," I said with an eye roll.

"HEY! DON'T ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME, YOU NEFARIOUS LITTLE SASS PANTS!" Kylie screamed again.

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I walked through the halls, craning my neck to find Room 9. Where was it...?

Oh! There! I quickly sped my walking into a semi-jog and stepped inside the classroom.

My new homeroom teacher smiled at me and told me to choose my seat. I picked one in the middle row next to a guy with dark black hair.

I slung my backpack to the floor and out slid my notebook. I went to pick it up but the guy was already reaching for it. He dropped the notebook on my desk and smiled at me. How nice!

"Hey, are you new here?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm from out of state. I'm Mivia. What about you?" I said.

"My name is Jarren. I-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence. Kylie started to summon baked beans to fly at his face. Soon, he was covered in five cans' worth of beans. A bean slid down his hair and fell to the tile with a little *splik!*

"Playboy alert!" Kylie whisper-yelled. "Don't worry, I've got him covered. In baked beans." She started to giggle.

"I LIKE TABASCOOOOOOOOO!" yelled a random guy with pinkish hair. He crashed through the window carried by a flying blue cat and smashed the other window on the opposite side. He flew away, but not before dropping a glass bottle of Tabasco on Jarren's head.

As if to declare triumph, a little marching band made of Cheerios paraded across my desk, playing popular songs such as "We Are The Champions" and "Rubber Ducky."

Jarren sat shell-shocked as beans dripped all over him. He sat there covered in beans. The whole classroom was frozen in confusion.

Suddenly he pointed at me. He screamed, "S-s-she's o-one of THEM!" and ran away punching something into his iPhone. The rest of the class followed suit, except for the teacher. She propped her feet up on her desk and sipped from a Starbucks cup while texting.

"Oh, this is bad. This is very very bad..." Kylie sounded worried. "Pickle Pack..." she murmured. A small jetpack made from pickles zoomed in through the broken window and hovered in front of me.

I just looked at it.

"Don't have a staring contest with it, for strawberries' sake! PUT IT ON! And HURRY!" Kylie yelled. Again.

"Ok, ok!" I grumbled. I strapped myself into it and took off through the smashed window.

We flew up into the air. "Where to?" I inquired.

"Follow my instructions. Turn left when you see that tree, but... OH DARN IT!"

"What?" I asked.

Suddenly, the pack stopped. I felt someone pulling us toward the ground.

"Oh..."

"Yep." Kylie groaned.

When we neared the ground we were captured by two men in police type uniforms. Well, more like one. Only one of the men was breathing.

"You're coming with us," the breathing one said to me.

"First of all, why is that guy not breathing?" I asked suspiciously.

"He's dead." said the alive one.

"What the freaking heck does that even mean? And second of all, where am I going?"

"Somewhere." he said impatiently.

"Vague much?" I groaned. "Where exactly?"

"Hogwarts." he said.

"OMG OMG OMG OMGGGGGGGG!" I shrieked.

"Nah, just kidding. You're going to a.... special place."