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Chappie 3:) Do you think I could publish this book?

Chapter 3: The Evil Grandparents

The taxi ride seemed to go on and on and on forever.

When I was sure that we had driven so far that it would cost a small fortune to pay the cabbie, we got out.

We were standing in the middle of a clump of mountains.

There was snow all around us, and suddenly I felt cold.

Jazmine said something to the cabbie and he raced off the way we came.

I didn't say anything though, better not to know.

Jazmine started to walk forward, so Austin and I followed her.

Just when I was suspecting that we were lost, I looked around.

Jazmine had led us to a huge clearing between the snowcapped mountains.

There didn't seem to be anything of importance here, but I somehow sensed that this placed was not all that meets the eye.

By now I can't say that I was surprised.

The whole process from getting the letter, that had turned up randomly, with no explanation, to now, is weird.

I suppose it would make more sense if Jazmine was telling us the truth and there actually was a school of magic.

To be honest, I was really excited at the idea that I might have well, magical powers.

But then again, I wasn't special.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Always average in almost everything, except being a student.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">My grades were straight A but everything else I was mediocre to bad in.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Personally, I'll never forget the time we were in gym in third grade, playing volleyball, and I was up to serve.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">The ball flew out of my hands and hit the light.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">And get this, the lights actually went out.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">For a while, it was chaos in the pitch black before the coach had blown the whistle.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Austin and I had been calm, but the girls in my class had been running and screaming, while the boys took the opportunity to shove and kick one another.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">At the time, it seemed insignificant, but now I wonder if it was magic that turned the lights out, not the ball.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Because believe me, my serve is not that hard.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">After that, people had by and large ignored me, until the other day when I came in late to Chemistry.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Well, all except Austin, but that was a whole different story.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I still remember the day we met.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">It was a cold day, and the wind was numbing my skin and turning it to ice underneath my light jacket.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I had misjudged the weather today, because I was too stubborn to listen to my grandparents and put my parka on.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">The third grade class had just left me to play at recess by myself, because I wasn't the "Popular girl."

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">So there I was, shivering, and sitting alone on the wall.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I remember seeing Austin playing football with the other boys, and then spotting me.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">He came over to me and said in a surprised voice, "Why are you in trouble?"

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">The comment got me for a moment before I realized that I was sitting along the wall, where people go for punishment.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"No. I'm not in trouble." I said defiantly.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Austin had to stifle a giggle. "What are you doing here, then?"

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I remember running away then, across the playground, and Austin following me.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Nevermind, let's go play something." he said, calling to me.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I shake my head to clear it after the onslaught of memories.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">We walked across the clearing until I nearly rammed into something.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I realize that we have reached a pile of rocks that has a heap of snow on it.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">What's weird is that the rocks are arranged in an almost perfect circle... blocking something?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Jazmine, what are those rocks doing there?" I ask.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You mean to say you don't know?" she asked, cocking her head to one side and studying me.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Now that she pointed it out, it seemed kind of obvious.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">The rocks would be the entrance to the school.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Jazmine got out a pale stick and started to poke around the rocks.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I barely had time to shiver and blink before the rocks melted away.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"What-" I started to say before a great gust of wind hit me.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I saw something I will never forget.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">The wind started to solidify into an pale old man, like a ghost.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I saw Austin was hit by a gust of wind too, except his was female.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"State your name." said the old man harshly.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Umm... I'm Korra Marie Black.. sir." I said, kind of scared of this ghost/grampa. and believe me, I don't get scared often.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"What are you doing here?" said Ghosite.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I'm seeking to join the school of magic here." I said in a terrified squeak that I hope never comes out of my mouth again. I have accepted that this actually is a

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">school of magic at this point. And I have realized one more thing. I really do not under any circumstances like ghosts.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">There was a moment in which the spirit thing kind of looked into me, searching for my true intentions.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I guess I must have been trustworthy, because the spirit gave a faint little pop! and vanished into thin air.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">After taking a second to collect my thoughts, I turned my head to look over at Austin.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">At this point, I was ready to forgive him. We are friends after all.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">He was still busy with the grandma ghost thing.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I was tempted to reach over and help him, but my gut told me that would get him killed.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">So I was good and held my tongue.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I busied myself by taking out my black parka and combat boots.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Honestly, it was cold up here.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I was distracted when the grandma gave a pop.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I looked over for confirmation when I was Austin collapse to the ground in a heap. I gave a loud shout and

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I started to run for all I was worth to save my best friend, my only true friend that I could count on.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I was almost there when the avalanche started, knocking me over into the snow, still calling Austin's name.