Day Thirty-Seven
Dear Diary,
The next morning, I wait in an asphalt field outside the Headless Horsewoman High School. Total shocker that I’m here in the middle of the night.
On pixie time, that means 8 am.
I cast a few knowledge spells last night. Even though Glover’s Hollow is small, it’s located in the middle of a bunch of far larger towns. Headless Huntress High School is the central school for tons of humans. Close to a thousand kids go here.
In terms of layout, the school is a series of blocky buildings connected by walkways. The place reminds me of Lazare’s palace, only while that building is all gold, this structure is nothing but cement blocks.
Griff’s yellow box careens onto the asphalt field. He screeches to a stop beside me. Maybe the move is supposed to scare me. Not hap
