I am about 27 years old, and have been that age for along time now. My name you ask is Ella , and I am a witch. I am not the witch you see in children books or in scary movies. A witch that no one thinks of, I am a good witch and this is my story.
It was a beautiful day here in Miller town. When I walked down main street I saw a cute little flower shop. A couple of flowers willting before by very eyes. I looked at it carefully, then I took a deep breath and blew a gental blow on it untill it sprung up with enthusiasum, as if it was new again. Im sure the shop owner will be happy when she see’s her perky little flowers, I thought. When the shop owner came out, she looked suprised her flowers were not willting.
“May I help you” she said with a shocked voice as she was looking at her flowers.
“Yes, I will take all of the most colorful flowers you have”.
“Oh, but you must understand, thats a lot of flowers” she said with a rather happy voice as she was started looking for some flowers to give to me.