a random story my sister wrote at the same time i wrote mine because we got bored

No time for Magic

Once upon a time, there was a little girl skipping in the park with a sweet, syrupy voice. She was beautiful. She was humble. She was a princess. She had fine, silky blonde hair, and emerald eyes. She had a beautiful name: Isabella. She ALSO had magical powers. She also has a friend. Her name is Alyssa. She had curly black hair and blue eyes. She didn’t have magic, and didn’t know Isabella had magic.
It was weird, how Isabelle couldn’t use magic in front of her BEST FRIEND. Once, Isabella tried to explain, but Alyssa said, “No time for fairy tales, let’s go!” Isabella hadn’t known what to say, so she followed Alyssa. Now, at the age of ten, she was ready to spill the beans.
“Oh, Midnight,” Isabella stoked her black dog. It had a moon on it’s forehead. Midnight wasn’t bad luck. Alyssa still does. Some friend she is. In fact, she was magnificent luck! Not Good luck, GREAT LUCK! Isabella was practically screaming in her head. But still, Isabella sat swinging her legs.
Isabella decided she would write a letter. So she did:

Dear Alyssa,
I have magical powers. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.
From, Isabella.

Isabella folded the letter and stuck in the gigantic mail box. The next time Isabella saw Alyssa, like what, one week, they both lived honestly happily ever after.
THE END