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Forty-Three
Stella Lockheed Pen in hand, I started scribbling. My ever-dearest Journal, Everything was seriously getting way too overwhelming. My thoughts were like a bunch of hyperactive squirrels, darting around, begging for attention, and driving me absolutely bonkers. My mates – seriously, what just happened to Lucas? Thank goodness he's okay, but that was a heart attack waiting to happen. And that creepy skull monster from my dreams, like, what's its deal? It's been haunting me like some bad horror movie. Then there's the whole thing with my poor cat, Mister Mittens. I miss him so much it hurts. Losing a pet is like losing a piece of your heart, and the pain just lingers. But the day's biggest bombshell came from Headmistress Mooncrest – apparently, I've got magic. Like, what? Me? It's lik
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