Adelaide
A loud chirping and tapping against the window forced me out of my sleep. I groaned as the morning light hit me and sat up straight.
Rubbing my eyes, I glanced at the glass and immediately noticed a small bird I recognized from the witch village.
Mom’s bird.
It had to be a message from her.
The bonfire kept me up late, and now all I wanted was a long, peaceful rest.
“Shut up!” I hissed, aggressively pulling open the window.
The bird stopped, shaking its body until a small roll of paper fell from its back. I grabbed the note, then shushed the bird away with my hand, making it fly away with just as much noise.
Feeling an uncomfortable knot in my stomach before I even read the words, I unfolded the paper. I doubted Mom would send a message about missing me—that wasn’t what we
