I am Your Boss

“Damn it! Sadie Topers protested as she woke up, one Tuesday morning. Her alarm clock read eight fifteen. How could she have slept so late? Sadie groaned and rolled out of bed. Quickly, she dressed, ate, and started packing for school. Her dog EBay started scratching furiously at the door until it pried open. Immediately, the screen door opened and chilly winter snow swept over the welcome rug. Sadie sighed. She pointed her index finger at EBay and murmured a few magic words, causing EBay to drift in to deep sleep. Sadie’s mother Mrs. Topers, who was working as a spell broker entered the kitchen with a wand in her hand.
“Good morning dear! You’re late for school!” She cooed enthu- siastically.
Sadie sighed. “Mom, why are you up so early? The spell-market isn’t open until nine.”
Her mother giggled. “Well, I’m making pancakes!”
Sadie froze with unhappiness. “Can I stay to have some with you?” She asked hopefully. Her answer was,
“Shoo! Go to school or you’ll get another late slip!”


“Sadie! Whilegate’s was a three-hundred year old witch when she was last seen. How old is she now?” Mrs. Wisdom asked her student during magic class. Sadie struggled to answer the question.
“Umm... she was… uhh… I mean…is….. I think she was-”
“Incorrect! She now is four-hundred-and-twenty-two years old. Listen carefully next time, Sadie.” A few snickers came from the classroom. Sadie sighed. Mrs. Wisdom was now going harder on her, because she knew that Sadie was an official true witch. The magic teacher paced around the class, letting the rest of the students on the easier questions. Finally, it was time for some history magic.
“A really cool kind of power called the ice-sharper is existence in Witch-world,” The teacher explained. “This power can take advantage of all human in the witch society, including regular magicians. It is like a weapon to control people with, but it does not attack or harm. It only forces people obey commands from the owner of the sword. This icicle sword, exposed in the sun can drop droplets of melting acid in to the air, and the air chemicals mix to form a bead. This special high-qualified bead is like a pet, aware and alert to strangers. It is also known as a charm, but only specific colors of these benefiting beads are allowable in our recent battle dome. We will be doing a test about this on Thursday. Before I hand out the study sheet, let me ask everyone; anymore questions?” A chorus of no’s spread through the classroom as Mrs. Wisdom wrote everyone’s homework on the blackboard. The athletic teacher had a bulky hip, shiny short red hair, and sparkling brown eyes, which always bored in to someone.
What if I had one of those beads? Sadie thought intensely. She raised her hand.
“What is it Sadie?”
“Where are those beads usually found?”
“Rarely.”
“But I mean like, where?”
“Usually, they are found in cold places on cement. Class you are now dismissed.” As the teacher walked out of the room, some of the basketball
Players, punks, and geeks decided to remain in the classroom.
Hey Sadie! Wait up!” Meg Connell, Sadie’s best friend called after her. Meg had long blond hair streaked with brown and grey blue eyes, mistier than ever. She was a girly witch who had a rich father. She was wearing a choker necklace and a blue mini-skirt, matching her pink beaded arm bracelets and her light cotton turtleneck.
Sadie turned around. “Hi Meg, what’s up?” She asked. Meg pointed to her feet, showing sporty looking running shoes, stripped with blue, white, and bright pink.
“This is what I mean!” She yipped. “My father got me a credit card yesterday, and I went on a major Christmas shopping spree. Don’t you think they’re pretty?”
Sadie was so green with envy. “There are no shoes in Hazelton that are better than that.” Sadie assured her excited friend. Meg seemed to notice that something was wrong.
“You don’t look very good today, Sadie. No offense.”
Sadie slobbered on to her locker. “I’m okay.” She choked. The truth was that she was not okay. She was filling with miserable greed. If only she could have on of those rare beads, then she would command her teacher Mrs. Wisdom to go easier on her, make her dog stop yapping when she was in a bad mood, to command her mother to not shoo her to school, and maybe to get everything she wanted, just like Meg. The bell rang. Sadie quickly picked up her belongings and hurried of the math. The rest of the school day seemed like years, and finally, Sadie was walking home to school. Meg and Riley caught up with her and started talking. Riley, the principles daughter, had spiky orange hair and a crazy sense of style.
“I heard that Rosemary was going to eat a slug at recess, but then she just shrugged it of, despite the fact that she was going to get fifty dollars if she did.” Riley giggled. Rosemary was the popular girl of the school.
“Well, it doesn’t matter anymore, but hey! Check these out!” Meg lingered, showing off a pair of wooden high heels, the blue ribbon dancing up to her knees.
“Come on, it’s Emily!” Riley shouted, pointing to their brunette-haired friend. Behind Emily were her five friends. The girls then all joined up with a few guys on the basket-ball team and the group headed towards the park. Usually, Sadie was really talkative in the group, but this time, she just stayed in the shadows. It wasn’t until someone asked her to do a cartwheel. She nervously twirled several times before she suddenly stumbled on something cold, hard, and tiny. She groaned, and then held her hand out to inspect. There, she saw an impression of a bead!
“Is she okay?” A voice from the circle asked. Someone answered yes, and someone disagreed.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me!” Sadie assured the murmuring crowd. Meg cut through it and kneeled beside Sadie. “Sadie, what happened back there?” She asked thoughtfully. Sadie was embarrassed of the attention. She pressed her had on to the cold frozen cement- and found her self grabbing a cold wet bead. Mae stared at Sadie. “Sadie, I think you really need some rest.” She stated, motioning for Sadie to leave.
“I know what you mean Meg. I’m going, and that’s good for your sakes!” Sadie whispered angrily, hinting that Meg was too embarrassed to help a friend.

Stories Untold

By Shuke Wang

So yeah, you can say I was kind of stupid picking up that box on the sidewalk. And they called me nice and good for doing everything. The box that changed me, my life, and my thoughts for my uncle’s life, and lots of more lives. So there, I was just walking down the street when I saw a glimmer on the sidewalk. Oh my god I thought, thinking it was gold. I quickly stumbled over the mossy path towards the shimmering object. To my disappointment, it was a white soapy rock in the middle of a dark pile of rich soil. I sighed but then, I saw another white rock and then another. That’s odd, I thought anxiously.

“I can’t believe it!” I muttered as I followed a track of white stones till I went to a stop.