Enchanted High Book I

Yellow and welcome to the magical world of Comikaycrest! My name is Thug, and I will be guiding you through the story of naive thirteen-year-old June Price.

No, I am not the author. I am the faithful (and taken for granted) assistant of the author.

No, I did not plagiarize her story. I type, as she narrates her memories of the years she spent spying and tracking the lives of the characters.

No, she’s not lazy. She’s incredibly busy with work. Even with an assistant to aid her, exposing the truth about magic to the world is a challenging feat she aims to accomplish.

Yes, she prefers to be anonymous and mysterious and express the obvious through not-so obvious poetic lines, and she is a bit moody - not to mention bossy - but she has experienced horrible, horrible, things.

She channels these experiences through art - God help the world if she hadn’t learnt about music. She laughs in her sleep, occasionally hallucinates, giggles at gore, is content with torturing me, and smiles at the promise of death.

Yes, she is mad.

And what you’re about to read one of the results of her madness. Proceed with caution. By some miracle, she has allowed me to drop “author notes” on her behalf.

I don’t suggest you ever try to copy this story. I have witnessed her tracking skills first-hand, and I have witnessed her take care of a criminal and it is not pretty. I’m shivering just thinking about your fate if you do.

I’d better get you started into the story now. You read on while I tend to that growling sound coming from the attic.

Love from all the fur on my back,

THUG.