Chapter 1 part 1

Here's the next part, I'm pretty sure it's better then the last bit.

Chapter One

A change of scenery

            Jessica Wilson you're doing what?"

My best friend Brooklyn Jenkins was spluttering at me.

"Brook, come on, you're making it a lot harder."

I had been dreading telling her the news that I was leaving.

"But what will I do without you, I can't go on!"

I rolled my eyes; she was a drama queen to say the very least.

"I'll be back for the holidays and summer."

"That's not very much! How did your family ever get that much money? D.C is a swanky place."

"I told you, dad did some work for them so I got a scholarship."

My family had promised professor Mason not to breathe a word about, the academy, magic, or anything that smelled the least bit funny. He hadn't needed to make us swear, I wouldn't be letting anyone think I was crazy.

"I promise to keep up with Facebook and I'll e-mail you too."

I never kept up with Facebook, and I didn't plan on starting now, but I would check every once in a while to stay in contact with people, otherwise it would probably just make me feel even lonelier.

"I'm gunna miss you."

Brook gave me one of her under-the-arms awkward hugs I loved so much about her.

"I'll miss you too. Brook I've known you since I could walk, I honestly don't know what I'll do without all your instruction."

Brook would tell anyone who would listen that she had learned to walk before me, was two days older, four inches taller and was much better at every sport. I on the other hand could beat her every time in foosball, and had taken voice lessons for two years in elementary. That's it.

"Well," I said after a brief awkward silence. "I guess this is..."

"Don't say goodbye!" Said Brook vehemently "it's bad luck, and besides, you'll be back for Halloween right?" I nodded.

Halloween was just about the best holiday to spend right here at home.

"Okay," I said with a sigh smiling. "See you,"

"See you soon," said Brook as I got into the car.

I had spent the whole day with my friends and now it was almost time to leave. The sun was setting quicker now that daylight savings was almost over. My mom drove down the street and was tactful enough not to try and make conversation.

I saw Brook in the rearview mirror. She was standing in the middle of the soccer field where we had been kicking balls and eating snow cones. She was running with her arms wide before she cart wheeled into a handstand. Yet another of her many talents I could never hope to master.