PLEASE READ THIS FIRST!! Before I begin, I want to say a few words. This story is one that I've been working on for a really long time, and I've wanted to share it on Scratch for a really long time. For those of you who don't know, I'm a really enthusiastic writer, and my dream job is an author. I especially love to write fantasy books. Most of the time, they're like an escape from the real world, where there's nothing but fantastical things that can make you smile anytime. This story is a bit different, however. It's about a girl, Diana, who was abandoned at an early age. Little does she know, however, she was abandoned for her own good. She's come from a long line of...let's just say, magical beings. Being a magical girl isn't all that it's cut out to be, however; you're on the constant watch for.... Witch hunters. That's all I'm going to say for now. You'll have to read on to find out more. Speaking of reading, this excerpt I'm about to show you takes place directly after the prologue, which I won't show yet, when Diana discovers something that will change her life forever. Please note that this is NOT a final edition. The Enchanted Typewriter is still undergoing many, MANY edits, so do NOT comment things like "This is trash" and things like that. Without further ado, I present to you... The Enchanted Typewriter. Why are you scrolling? Ohhhhh.... you're looking for the story. Well, guess what? IT'S IN THE NOTES AND CREDITS! MWAHAHAHHAHHAAAAAAA ... Why are you still scrolling? Dude, it's IN the notes and credits. Scroll through THERE. HA! FOOLED YA! IT'S ACTUALLY IN HERE! Alright, I've tortured you enough. Here. Read. ....IN THE NOTES AND CREDITS!!!
Diana looked into a shop through a window. It was a toy shop, filled with bright colors, but Diana paid no attention to that. For she was looking directly at a family inside. There were two adults, holding a little boy’s hand. The child seemed to be about 6 years old, but Diana couldn’t quite tell. “Can we get it? Pleaseeeee?” Said the little boy, jabbing his finger at an extremely expensive and big car set. The adults laughed, and responded, “Maybe Santa will bring you one for Christmas.” Diana gave a small, sad smile at the sight. It was this time of year Diana felt solemn. She would watch as families would walk out of stores with their kids, the adults trying to figure out what the kids wanted for Christmas. It was something Diana could never have. She never knew her parents, and she assumed they’d never know her. Diana always felt filled with grief whenever she saw a happy family together. But she learned to hide it. She hid it in the fake smiles she projected when people said hello. She hid it in her hand as she balled up her fists, watching all the happiness happening around her that she would never have. She would feel a deep sickening feeling, but there was no cure for it. Diana finally tore her eyes away from the toy shop, and walked past it. She looked around casually, pretending to be a regular teenager on her way home from school. Not that she needed to pretend, of course. In New York, no one ever paid attention to the random people around them. But she still felt she should. Even though to everyone around her, she was just a girl with jet black hair, blue eyes, a black jacket that gave a striking resemblance to a leather jacket, and a barrette in her hair. But there was so much more to Diana than that…. But there was no one who would ever think so. In a way, she felt trapped, when she felt she should feel free. Suddenly, Diana stopped. She found herself staring at a typewriter in the window of another shop. There was nothing special about the shop, of course. It was your average, everyday shop. In fact, it was in horrible condition. But Diana didn’t care about the shop itself. She cared about the jaggedy typewriter in the window display. There was something about it that made her insides desperate as she leaned towards it. Above it, a sign read: Free Typewriter
