Once upon a lovely evening
Once upon on a lovely evening, there was an 11-year-old boy named Alex. He wasn't anybody special. Just your average, brown haired 5th grader. But on this wonderfully frightening day, he tripped on a stick.
"YOWCH!" he exclaimed as he skinned his knee on the hard concrete of his block, "what was that?"
He got back up carefully so as not to irritate his slightly skinned joint. He looked around for the rock or crack that ruined his fine walk around the block of Greeg Street.
"Aha!" he exclaimed as he saw a twig on the ground stuck a centimeter or so into the ground. This twig was a strange grey color almost the same as Alex's grandmothers favorite dress. The twig also had a bright white tip like fresh snow in the middle of December.
Alex never really believed in magic. Magicians creeped him out, and Harry Potter to him was just another guy every girl in his class liked. Sorta like Justin Beiber. That is, he didn't believe in mag