The sleek looking broom smoothly floated into the air. I gasped and clapped my hands excitedly. I took hold of the broom and headed outside with Blossom at my heels.
"Stay here girl," I said to Blossom swinging my leg over the handle of the broom. "Catch." I tossed a bell through the tent flap. Blossom followed, mesmerized by the jingle. I locked my limbs into position, and kicked off the ground. I laughed as I sailed into the air like a rocket.
"Whoo hoo!" I yelled looping around. I decided to take a little trip, and leaned forward, moving faster in the direction of the faint pink glow of the sunrise. I squealed and swooped and slowly sunk down into the thick trees of a forest. Landing rather sloppily, a pulled grey powder from a pouch on my waist. I thee it through the breeze, and it glowed a bright green and surrounded me like a shadow. I walked for a bit, picking herbs and Dillon my sacks. Suddenly I heard thundering footsteps. I dashed behind a tree as the footsteps grew closer. I peered from behind it to see a chestnut horse galloping in m direction. I figure wearing a navy blue cloak was riding it. I was nervous to find the horse stopped right in front of my tree. The rider dismounted, and took off the cloak. A girl of 16, about my age stood there with layered black hair, holding up a lantern. Several piercings decorated her ears, and ripped skinny jeans clutched her legs. She must have seen the glowing dust, because she said:
"Come out, I know you're there."
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Gypsies and Witchcraft
Fantasy16 year old Sarah was born in a forest and raised by wildlife. She now lives in a tent in a hidden clearing practicing Gypsy magic. But when a teenage girl from the city accidentally finds her location, will Sarah's freedom vanish?
