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Maria stared at the pencil on her desk. She 

tried to concentrate but she could see 

Jeannette, out of the corner of her eye staring 

at her and giggling in pleasure with her friends. 

The second year of Flying High had begun 

today and the huge school sitting on the clouds 

didn't look any less magnificent then it did the 

year before.

There are two schools in the town of Future 

Vill; one for magical beings and the other for 

non-magical beings. 

In the beginning, her parents believed Maria 

had no magic when she was born – because 

they usually have pointy ears if they do – and 

sent her to the other school. However when 

Maria reached her third year at Normality High 

things began to change; she began to levitate 

objects and soon after that realised she 

couldn't control her powers – whatever power 

she had. 

Her parents sent her to Flying High 

immediately; overjoyed that their daughter 

had these abilities. But no sooner did she 

transfer to the school did she realise that she 

couldn't do the most important thing that all 

magical beings loved; flying. Almost 

immediately, Jeannette used that against her, 

over a year had passed and it didn’t seem like 

much had changed.

Although Maria did wish that had changed; 

Jeannette was a constant obstacle in her life. 

Her hair was always the same and, Maria 

believed spoke for itself; always being tied up 

in a messy, blond bundle at the top of her 

head. Jeannette was always pointing out, not 

only that she hadn’t learned to fly yet but also  

that Maria was the only one that had white 

hair in the school and that she never got her 

black and white school clothes dirty.   Maria 

didn’t mind this though; she thought it was 

better than Jeanette’s style of dressing.

'Ms Maria will you please show me your demonstration of 

the levitation spell,’ the teacher called from behind his desk, 

one Tuesday morning. These were two things magical 

beings were able to do; making things float in mid-air and 

the ability to fly. Maria had practiced all week for homework 

to get it right but every time, it got out of control and her 

parents had to watch her. But she wasn’t about to give up 

yet, not with Jeannette watching…she had to prove her 

wrong. 

Maria concentrated with all her might, focusing on the object 

in front of her and imagined it beginning to rise up off her 

desk. Not surprised, Maria saw the pencil begin to float and, 

with her mind focused, made it drift off towards the 

whiteboard at the front of the classroom. 

The pencil began to magically write a word on the board 

and everyone stood up in awe as they tried to get a closer 

look, everyone except Jeannette. On the board was written 

the word Levitation and everyone cheered and clapped at 

the sight. But as the pencil began to write the last letter it 

gave a sudden jump, turned in the opposite direction of 

the board and flew at a fast pace around the classroom, 

knocking over things as it went. 

‘Maria, Maria!’ the teacher shouted as he ducked down 

away from the diving pencil that was heading his way. 

‘Drop concentration, drop the pencil!’ he said as he 

frantically looked around at the students hiding under 

their desks. Maria quickly obeyed and the pencil dropped 

out of the air and onto the floor. 

‘Um, a bit more practicing and you’ll get it for sure,’ the 

teacher said in   a calm voice as everyone stood up from 

hiding and stared at Maria while Jeanette and her friends 

didn’t even try to hide their amusement.  

As lunch time approached Maria felt disappointed. She felt 

like she had embarrassed herself the worst today, over all 

other days. It was a good thing she had Ruby to cheer her 

up. 

‘You did the best you could, that’s all that matters,’ she said, 

her red hair moving in the wind as they both walked down to 

the library. 

‘Yea but that isn’t enough to stop Jeannette from picking on 

me,’ Maria replied. 

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