August brought in lots of parties. We would dance the night away with the excuse, "Guys, we're going to middle school! We are rebels, and teenagers. You guys also danced the night away too!" One August morning, my mom revealed that she was a witch (and still is). Mom and I went to London and she arrived at a shabby street. She pointed out a shabby looking pub and we went in. Then she did some cordinate math and the brick wall opened! Inside layed a bustling town with a grand marble building in the middle. (I'm not going to continue because it will get boring let's get to King's Cross)