As fast as a mexican saying no to Donald Trump’s wall, I dashed past all the powerless muggles heading straight for the station. With all my luggage in my trolley, I began sprinting towards the ‘special’ wall and closed my eyes shut with fear and excitement. Magically, I teleported to a new, wizard train station, my face lit up with a smile. Loudly, a tall. broad man yelled, “All aboard for train 11 1/4,” and immediately train engine started, puffs of smoke blew up and train roared. “That’s my train!” I thought to myself. Was I going to be late on my first day?
By Christopher.