My life as a Witch: Book 3

*Complete* Clarissa and her friends are back. The killer is caught this year and the school takes a huge change. For the better? Or for the worse? Find out in this thrilling tale!


10. Clarissa - Beauxbaton


I looked around the room as the sorting cloak sorted me. "Well, well, well... I know you... You family knew me too. You think your one thing but you're another. COSSU!" the cloak shouted. I looked around and went to the table Talia was sitting at. "Hey! I didn't know you were coming!" she said, as she hugged me. "They didn't let me go to Hogwarts, so they apparated me here," I lied. I was on the flight here, and the train. I didn't let anyone see me. I told her that because my cousins were only going to attack me when I got there. I'm not gonna say why. 


"Welcome to our dorm! I am Abella Jackie. Zat is Camile Raylen, Jacqueline Claire is over there, zat's Madolen Reba, and zat's Searle Paris. She was named after our capital!" Abella said. She was an upbeat person. 
Our house (one of three) was the house that was artistic. I sewed quite a bit, so I learned even more here. Talia said she invited Madi, but she didn't want to come. I've never seen her this happy! I'm glad for her, but I had something on my mind the whole time we were there. Why me? 



"Clareesa!" Abella said from behind me. I jumped and sewed threw my finger. "Ouch," I muttered. (A/N That would hurt really badly!!!!) I did a quick spell that reversed it. "Yeah Abella?" I just wanted to tell you zat Camile and Searle want to talk to you! Zat is all!" She bounced off and I finished my cape I was sewing. It was going to go with the dress I had made earlier. I hate hemming. (A/N I sew and yes, I do hate hemming. It's hard to get it straight!) 

I finished and found Searle and Camile behind me. "Oh! Hey, Abella said you wanted to talk to me." "Yes! We do, come with us," Camile said. I followed her and Searle.


"What's up, girls?" "It's you. We know you don't belong here. You know that too," Camile said. I looked at her, and she looked at me. "Clarissa, when you have the first chance, go home. We don't want you here," Searle said. She glared at me. I saw what they meant and I left. I continued to sew like nothing had happened.


I left the next week.   I was excited to go home, I didn't want to stay here any longer.

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