What happens when you and your best friend invent a Weather Adjustment and Manipulation Control System (or WAMS as we call it), and it disappears out of your TOP SECRET workshop?You go nuts trying to figure out who stole it, if it was actually stolen, who did it, and MOST OF ALL, where is it and how do you get it back!That’s what happened to Allan and I, and let me tell you, we sure didn’t expect things to get so TOTALLY CRAZY in our search to find the answers and get our weather machine back. My name is Ursula Von Wursula, which probably gives you a bit of a clue about me right there, especially if you're into books and movies about magic, sorcerers, witches, and make believe. You know, Harry Potter kind of stuff.I guess most people would say I'm a witch, which I really don't have a problem with, although I don't like some of the awful things people say about witches.My family has always had special abilities, for hundreds and hundreds of years according to my Mom and Dad. They have them, my grandparents do, and my great-grandparents did too. I guess you could say we're a family of witches, but it's not what you might be thinking. We don't wear all black, or fly around on brooms, or stir up witch's brews in a big cauldron under the full moon. That's just made up stuff to sell books and movies. Most of it anyways. Mostly I'm just your normal, everyday, 13 year old kid. I like Justin Bieber, although I don't like to admit it. I live in a normal house with 4 bedrooms, a sunroom on the back, and a pool in the backyard. My parents are pretty normal parents (apart from the magic thing of course). They both have normal jobs, and go to parent teacher nights at my school just like everybody else's parents.Really, if I didn't tell you I was a witch, you'd never know. Same with my parents. Nobody except a few of our magical friends knows. And Allan of course, but he's a special case.Allan is my best friend, which is probably something Miss Heather Highfallootin' looks down her perfect little nose on. She probably thinks I should have a girl as my best friend, just like she does. And I don't care.Heather's best friend is Jennifer Justright, and I don't like her anymore than I like Heather. They're just WAY TOO full of themselves. They spend all their time worrying about their hair, gossiping about the other kids (even their own friends), and making sure their clothes are the most fashionable and in-style they can get. BOOOOOOORRRRING! Allan and I have MUCH better, MUCH more interesting things to do, like working on our inventions like the weather machine.
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