Imagination is your Superpower

“Qwigley, I won’t be telling you again! Get up, washed and ready for school. Your porridge is getting cold!” The Sleep Warden said as she whacked my blanket with her Wake-Up Stick. Her curved feet, moulded from fish tails, echoed a wet slap against the stone slabs of the floor as she stomped from my dorm.

I wiped the sleep from my eyes, then from the eyes that resided on the left, right, top and back of my head. All 5 pairs watered as I yawned. 

Erm, I thought. So let me think about that for a minute.

**Checklist**

Teeth? I’ll do them at never-o-clock.

School? A sprinkle of bad-ass fairy dust and my magical doppler-granger can take that task on for the day, week, month. In fact. FOREVER. I’ve got more important things to do; as in: fly on the back of a Black Terror Beetle while dodging toxic farts. I’ve got fables to forager.

Porridge for breakfast? Gross. Who even eats that gloopy, lumpy—can stick a Fat Pogerty to the wall with it—kind-of stuff anyhow? Hand me the treat box, thank you very much. (And make that for lunch and dinner too. I’ve got a gruelling day battling my way through a magical world as I follow Max Moody and Molly as they search for The Bogeyman who just so happens to have ran off with Eric’s, arch nemesis’, soul.).

You see, in my world: kids rule, magic is real and adults suck.

All in that order.

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