A Witchling's Wicked Game - Properties of Magic, #1

Frail. Lost. Alone. Distraught. Selfish. I can identify with none of those words. I'm known as the polar opposite of them. Look up "goody two shoes" and "know-it-all" and you'll probably find a blown up picture of me. That's been my jam for the first fifteen years of my life. Suddenly, it wasn't. I literally changed overnight. I woke up one morning and hated everything about my life. No one wanted to believe I could do a one-eighty the way I did.
I devised a plan to make it clear there was a new Abigail LaRue in town. I bet they'll believe me after this one. Whoever said change was good, never met me.