A Dash of Magic
It was the year Sofia Blanc had turned 13 that she saw her mother hold up a jar labeled “Tears Of a Troll. She watched her stirs the tears into the dough and learned— beyond a shadow of a doubt— that her parents made magic in the Blanc bakery. It was the week the youngest O’ Donnell kid, 4-year-old Jack, stuck his index finger in an outlet and nearly got electrocuted. When Sofia’s mother, Angela heard about the incident she closed the Blanc Bakery and put up a sign that read “CLOSED” in bold, bright letters. Then she set to work in the kitchen. She couldn’t be drawn away for or for sleep. Days had passed and she still worked. Theodore, Sofia’s father watched the kids while Sofia begged her father to help her mother. But she was sent to go to the local grocery store and get things like flour, butter, vanilla, and chocolate. Not very magical ingredients just boring everyday stuff. Later that night, a huge storm lashed Louisiana with lighting and rain that leaked through the roof. It sounded like a hammer was pounding on the roof as if it were trying to make it fall through. “You know what to do Theodore, it’s time,” said Angela.
This is just a draft, not sure if I should make another chapter