It’s my next year at Nevermore. Yet becose I am a witch no one knows my age is 23. They also don’t know I am a witch. It’s first year when a new botami teacher Marilyn Thornhill entered the school. It’s the camping we have every year. I am siting by a camp fire looking at the fire. Whe. I hear somone walking towards me. It’s late so I immidietly look behind me. It’s our new teacher. Short red head with funny rain boots and glasses.