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Tick tick tick tick.
Time was going by so slowly. And the answers weren't exactly popping out of Lucinda's head. The clock struck three.
"15 minutes left." Said the instructor.
Lucinda sat her foot onto the floor. Ow! There was something pointy that poked her shoe. She looked down and there was a stick of gum stuck to her shoe, and some poor shiny rock caught in the middle.
Lucinda quickly reached out of the window and grabbed a branch to get the gum off.
"Lucinda, sit!" Said the instructor. O be quiet, no one likes you. She began to poke and prod at the gum on her shoe. If I just... Poke. Poke. A little bit... More... Poke. Poke. And the gum fell off. Heaven knows where the crystal went but Lucinda knew the gum wasn't on her shoe.
"10 minutes." Said the instructor.
What? When did 5 minutes go away? Bleh. Lucinda still had a whole page left. She looked over to Marcie; Marcie the smartest person in the world, to get some answers. Everything was there, it was gold for Lucinda.
"Lucinda, eyes to your own paper." Said the instructor. What?! How in the world is anyone supposed to write this damned paper without magic Marcie! Stupid Marcie... Hogging her smarts. And then Marcie's pen stopped working.
Marcie perked up and then grab another pen. It didn't work either! And neither did any of the others. Lucinda was giggling inside. Magic Marcie and her bag full of inkless pens! Magic Marcie indeed.
Lucinda was stressed for time. She hadn't finished her last question and...
"5-- Hmm? 10 minutes still left..." Said the instructor. That's right, thought Marcie, you just keep giving us 5 more minutes. And so he, or at least the clock, did. Every time 5 minutes was left, it moved back to 10 minutes left.
"Okay, well my watch says 3:15, so hand in the papers." Said the instructor. Lucinda was happy, she finished and was feeling good about her answer. But she couldn't help but wonder...
I want... I want that person to fall over! Lucinda was feeling lucky... Or unlucky maybe, today, and sure enough the person fell.
And so Lucinda quickly raced home, her parents said this was her last year to trick or treat, so she prepared an awesome witch costume. She even had a little cauldron to hold her candies in!
Lucinda was just getting ready to leave; she put that stick she found earlier and put it in her mini cauldron because she thought it made a good wand prop. She slipped on her boots and her friends arrived at the door, away she went.
She tricked, she treated. Until she came to one house. It was old and dark, only a single, lonely lamp lit at the front door.
"Nyaa, let's skip this house." Lucinda said to her two friends.
"No!" It was john... John loved to make Lucinda do things she didn't want to do. And of coarse he was going to try and get her to go to the house. "I triple dare you to go to that house alone and get candy."
"You know what John," Lucinda was about to gibe John and earful, but then the house door creeked open. Lucinda peered in from where she stood and the wind wispered: Come in.
Lucinda stared in awe. Then suddenly she began to try and close the door with her new found 'luck'. She pushed and pushed, but she could feel it fighting back. And then woosh. Lucinda was swept from her feet and pulled, as if by her collar, to the front door.
John and her other friend Kacy stared, not sure of what to do.
Lucinda wasn't stopping. STOP! NO! STOP! She yelled in her mind. But she flew past a dead tree, she flew past a grave stone. And into the house.
"So you think your a witch do you...?" An old lady stood there. She was wrinkled and musty, her face was slow and over affected by time. "You can't even tell me why you are dressed as a witch this night!"
"I-I-It's my costume!" Lucinda retorted.
"I i i it's your costume?!" The old lady yelled. "Poppycock! You are dressed the way you are tonight because of that shard." And then she pointed into Lucinda's cauldron. Lucinda began to poke her way through her candy and surely, there was a shard there. The same shard that was stuck to her shoe.
"I won't keep you now. But be aware that this is just the beginning. You will learn to use your curses, you will learn to stop objects and make them go again, before we meet once more."
And as if being dragged by her collar again, she flew out. Past a grave stone, and past a tree. Lucinda didn't know what to make of the whole shirade. Witch? Me? Couldn't be!