Isabelle pov.

Hey. I'm Isabelle.  You can call me Belle. or Bella. Which ever you prefer. I'm a Freshman , I'm a straight A student, love to read , and I have only one friend. Oh, yeah, I suppose I should mention that, well.... I am a , well, a, spellbinder.

I was in my room when I first found out. I was laying on my bed reading when I dropped a book. As I was to lazy to want to get up I willed the book to float up and into my hands. Expecting it not to happen I tried on last time before I would get up. I pictured the book, slowly picking it's self off the floor and into my hands. I closed my eyes and felt something hit my hand . I immediately grabbed it and opened my eyes. Shocked to find the very same book in my hand. 'This is awesome' I thought and I sat up and focused on my book bag. As I repeated what I did earlier but with the bag I found it coming up off the floor and landing on the floor. Wanting to see how much I could do , I imagined the zipper opening  and a book flying out of the bag. And , as I did all of this happened.''what does this mean?'.  I guess I should start from the beginning. Well, from before this started anyway.