Mia walked into the hall, pretty much tiptoing. She was usually quicj to get out of class. She silently walked to her locker, and then did the combination. She opened her locker, and then carefully laid her books down. She put the other things on top, and then tok her arm out. She looked at the picture she had posted ont he side of her locker. It was a picture of her when she was really young. This was it:

This is when she wasn't so shy, this is when she thought she was a princess or a beautiful millionare. This is when she wasn't scared. She actaully thought she would grow up to have a boyfriend, and be beautiful. And now, looking in a mirror, she thought other were right. She was a witch.