Nature of magic and music

Gemma was sitting in her favorite tree reading her favorite book and had birds singing all around her. This was her favorite spot ever since she was a child. It was her favorite spot because her parents used to bring her brothers and her to this spot every Sunday for a picnic. "Oh no," said Gemma "I'm going to be late for school," she looked up at the big clock tower in her village and whispered " I can't believe it's 9 already." So Gemma quickly packed up her book and grabbed her flute which she thought was magical and was given to her as a gift from her great grandmother when she was a baby. She said bye to her bird friends and made her way down from the giant green hill and headed towards the small school house in the village. "I see your late again today Gemma," "Um I was at the-," "I don't care where you were I want you in time in my class," "Yes Mrs. BUTT," mumbled Gemma, "EXCUSE YOU," yelled Mrs.Bottoms-worth, "I'm sorry Mrs.Bottoms-worth uh ma'am," squeaked Gemma. She hated Mrs.Bottoms-worth she was always so mean to Gemma and always picked on her. Like the one time she got a answer wrong stay after school to clean the classroom. Which took an hour so when she got home her brother Erin was mad because she didn't do her chores. She assumed the reason why Mrs.Bottoms-worth hated her was because she apparently had "witches blood" because half of Gemma's ancient famliy were from an area were people believed magic and curses and were witches and wizards. Many people discriminated against people with magic possible in their famliy because they supposedly started the "War."