Little Witch Girl by Tamara Ruth

Little Witch Girl by Tamara Ruth

Author:Tamara Ruth
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: TR Publishing


7

Build A Broomstick

“This is a disaster.” I sit in the middle of my room, straw everywhere. A layer hides the top of the dresser. One long piece sticking out of Pumpkin’s left eye. A pile lays in the center of the bed. “At least he's having fun.”

The sound of crinkling straw and meows comes from under my bed. My broom, if you can call the stick of wood with neon purple yarn unevenly woven through clumps of hay a broom, is pathetic.

“Looks like a flying broom to me,” Pumpkin says.

“No, it doesn’t.” My bottom lip trembles. “Maybe I'm not a witch after all.”

Benson peeks out at me.

I grab my broom again. “I’m going to make this broom no matter what.” I can’t fail. I can’t face my class as nothing but a boring human. “Maybe if I tighten this bit…”

Pulling on the yarn doesn’t help. The yarn snaps. The hay falls to the ground.

I can’t even speak. All my fears clog my throat. Tears start instead.

“Oh, dear,” Pumpkin whispers.

“Don’t cry. I can’t stand crying.” Benson sits on his haunches, tail flicking behind him. “Listen. I lied about making the broom. There’s this nice store—”

“I don’t have any money. I told you that.” I turn away from him.

“There’s another option—”

I glare at Benson. “Why are you trying to help?”

“Yeah, stink-ball, why you helping?”

Benson ignores Pumpkin. He shrugs. “You brought me milk. Milk and sushi are my favorite things. And catnip.”

“What’s sushi got to do with flying brooms?” Pumpkin asks.

“Nothing. Sushi is a delicacy. I wouldn’t expect a pumpkin fresh from the patch to know that though.”

Pumpkin draws itself up to its abnormally long height. “I may be a pumpkin fresh from the patch but I know a witch when one I see one.” It looks straight at me. “You are a good witch.”

Benson’s tongue curls out in a yawn. “Pumpkins don't know nothing. Better find yourself a broomstick.”

Fear grows inside me, driving Pumpkin’s kind words out of my head. I do not want to be a normal girl. Something in Benson’s look says I will be one without a broom.

As I stare at that cat, I see the moment when Dora chased him from her catnip patch. With a broomstick. “I know where to get a broomstick.”



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