Okay, Aislynn thought, no more than five feet no problem. She mounted her broom very nervously. She didn't know if she could even open her eyes. "You can do this," she said to herself. "You're a witch. Riding a broom comes with the territory."

She stuck the bat firmly under her left arm. And took a deep breath and kicked off. The broom seemed to have jolted up in the air at amazing speed. She didn't realize she still had her eyes closed. When she opened them she realized she was up more than 5 feet for sure. "Oh my goodness! This is way more than five feet, this is more like twenty!" She kind of hugged the broom.

Aislynn froze. She didn't know what to do. Should she ask for help? She didn't want to be in another embarrassing situation.