A spooky whisper floated on the breeze, "When the new kid arrives, secrets will be unleashed." Emma, with her unicorn barrette sparkling in her hair, didn't hear it. She was too busy telling her dad about her dreams. "Daddy, I dreamt of a school made of cookies! We ate chocolate chip walls and played hopscotch on gummy bear floors!"
Dad chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Sounds delicious! But today, sweetie, we're going to your real new school here in Indianapolis. Remember?"
Emma pouted. Moving from their old house felt like saying goodbye to her favorite teddy bear. But Dad promised their new house had a secret garden, perfect for whispering secrets to robins – Dad's favorite bird. He even said it might have a magic door…
The school loomed, tall and a little bit spooky, at the end of the street. It wasn't made of cookies, but it did have a big, friendly-looking playground. Inside, the hallways smelled like old books and crayons, a smell Emma actually liked a lot.
Their teacher, Ms. Lily, had a smile as bright as a sunflower. "Welcome, Emma! We have a fun day planned. We're learning about… Magicians!"
Emma's eyes widened. Magicians? Maybe the spooky whisper was right! Ms. Lily showed them pictures of famous magicians, their fingers sparkling with magic dust. She even taught them a simple magic trick using disappearing coins!
At lunchtime, a boy with glasses and a mischievous grin sat beside Emma. "I'm Sam! Did you know this school used to be a magician's house?" he whispered, leaning closer.
Emma gasped. "Really?"
"Yep! Legend says he hid his magic wand somewhere in the school. Some kids say they hear him practicing spells at night."
Suddenly, the lights flickered. A cold breeze swept through the room, rustling the papers on Ms. Lily's desk. Emma shivered. This was getting spookily exciting!
After school, Dad found Emma staring at a dusty old bookcase in the library. "See anything interesting?" he asked, winking.
Emma pointed. "That bookcase… I think it used to be a secret door!"
Dad's eyebrows shot up. "A secret door? Now that's interesting!" He examined the bookcase, noticing faint scratch marks on its side. They looked like symbols, maybe even… magic symbols?
"What if the magician left clues to his hidden wand?" Emma whispered, her eyes shining with excitement.
Just then, Ms. Lily walked past, a knowing smile on her face. "Some mysteries are best left unsolved," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
That night, snuggled in her new bed, Emma could almost hear whispers coming from the walls. Maybe it was just the wind, or maybe… just maybe… it was the magician's magic still swirling around his old home. As Emma drifted off to sleep, she decided that even though she missed her old house, new adventures, especially spooky ones, could be fun too. And who knew, maybe she’d even discover the magician’s wand someday!
