The Mistress of Magic
ELIZABETH
I was in the Lesson Room earlier than everyone else. The walls were hung with fine beige canvas, it had a large, silvery grey, silky maroon carpet, and the furniture was covered with dark brown silky material. Into this reticence pieces of futurism, Omega cushions and history exploded their colours. I was so tired last night that I fell asleep without having supper. While everyone else is not yet around, I took it as an advantage to take time so I could write in my journal. For I have no one to share my burdens here in Enchanted Academy with. Journal has helped me deal with my own battle, especially in self-doubt. It also helped me feel better. Cause there are just things I couldn’t tell anyone, not even my own mother. I fingered the cover, tracing the pat
