Luna Moon On Her Broom

Dear diray the moment had finally arrived...NAPLAN! And boy was I not looking forward to it. I know it was only two days away, but math is not my thing do I had a plan to fake to be sick for two days straight, but I wish I had never EVER PLANNED THIS because I found out something that I'll never forget!

Hi I'm luna and welcome to my first well...whatever you'd like to call it...(man I'm so weird) anyways I was walking home from school in the freezing cold till someone had hit me with a snowball.

"HEY!" I yelled while making a snowball angrily, but nobody was behind me...was it just my imagination? I finally got home in relief and I slammed onto my bed.

"Luna? Luna! I bought Chinese" my mother shouted coming back from work. "Huh...uh yeah I'll be down in a sec" I shouted back till a paper covered rock hit me. "Ow what the...wait I've seen this in the movies" I opened the paper "Luna moon on her broom?!" I walked down stairs to have dinner and I told my mother about the paper. 

"Mum, I found a weird paper saying Luna moon on her-" "ENOUGH JUST EAT" she interrupted me. Ok now things were gettin

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g weird.

Chapter 2 [faking to be sick]

"Mum! I- I don't feel so good- can- I have a bucket!" I screamed for my mother.

My mum ran with a bucket and then called the school and then walked out shutting the door. "Okay I need to find out what mum is hiding from me!" 

I sneaked out of my room and into my mother's room, the walls were purple, and the room was dark. I checked everything but under mum's bed. Under there was a broom "is mum a- wait Luna moon on her broom but why would she keep it from me?" I said to myself not knowing I was heard "DONT YOU DARE TOUCH THAT BROOM" my mother screamed "but mother this broom is mine im-a witch" I confronted her

"Hah I know why you think I put it away because you don't have the ability to get on that silly broom" she laughed and thought for a moment, "mother how could you" I said while storming off to my bedroom and locking myself in.

I cried and cried that night. 

"Why can't I be a witch?",

Then I thought of something 

The snowball who had hit me and the letter could that have been.