Chapter 1
Magic is a wonderful thing. Magic is a beautiful thing. But magic killed my mother. That’s right my mother is a witch, and so am I. But my dad and older sister aren’t. My dad is in the military. If any one would die it would be because of guns. I looked around at all the sad faces in the funeral home and suddenly couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I stood up. My cousins Mira and Rose hissed at me to sit down. I ran out of there so fast you’d think the Devil himself was chasing me. I ran I didn’t stop till I was on the highway. I leaned over panting. I collapsed on the sidewalk with the cars whizzing by and cried my horror my resentment and my dad for being so clueless. I felt like I would be stuck there in ‘til I flooded the whole United States. After several minuets I stood shakily to my feet. I started the long walk to our house. I kicked off my ballet flats and walked bare foot.
I saw the park were I went every Saturday with Mom before she and my dad divorced. I walked in and sat down on my favorite bench. I don’t know how long I sat there staring and the tree I marked with a plus sign every birthday. I started to count them. “O-o-one two three four five”. I burst into tears I could not do this. “Why me?” I whispered to the night sky. “Why do I have to be the one?” I got black Sharpe out of my dress pocket and wrote on the inside of my arm.
Bad things that happened to me
1.Mom died
2. Moved to North California
3.New School
4.Dad and Karma are going to kill me!
Good things that are going to happen to me
1. Tilla is coming!
Hmmmm…. Not good odds. I stood up and walked to the middle of the park were I always thought I could see fairies. I was about to go back home before some one called the police. But then I heard a rustle behind me. I whipped around to see dark green eyes staring at from the middle of a bush. “Who’s there?” I said. I mentally congratulated myself for making my voice sound steady. There was no answer. “Fita” I whispered and snapped my fingers. A ball of fire appeared in my hand. I smiled. I was getting better at the ancient language. I raised my hand but before I could the eyes moved and held my hand down and the flame was gone.
“I wouldn’t do that,” it said. My mind went back into hyper mode. Judging by the voice it was a male. Age, I couldn’t tell. Average height. I tried to pull my hands away but he held on fast. “What’s your name?” he said.
“Wesley Jane Rosewood”. Damn. Why did I just tell this total stranger my full name?
“I would have known any way,” the boy said. Startled I looked up into his eyes and was lost in a sea of green. I don’t know how long I stood there but I knew this was going to be one of the strangest days of my life.
Suddenly Tilla appeared. “Get your stinking hands of my friend!” she said. When the stranger didn’t seem to hear her, she started shrieking at him. “Now!” He let go slowly and backed away but still held my gaze. I felt trapped in his eyes. Tilla came up to me and grabbed my hand her eyes still on the boy. “Come on Wes” she said. When she said her nickname for me I snapped out of my trance. I turned around and started of towards her house. “Can I stay at your place tonight? I-I just don’t want to feel Dads wrath,” I said. “She turned to me and smiled. “Sure Wes”.
“Thanks Til” I said hugging her “You’re the best”.
