BeWitched

Chapter 6

It was Monday morning. A week left until the summer holidays. As Ruba became stronger, she tried hard not to use magic, especially on Naomi.

The buzzer rang for lunch and the classrooms gushed out into the corridors. Teenagers everywhere, searching for their friends. Those who were most hungry ran to the cafeteria and lined up in the colourful queue, full of students wearing bright and vibrant colours.

Michael, Amy, Joseph and Willow all headed to the cafeteria in search of Ruba. They scanned the area rapidly but were unable to identify her among all the faces. They hadn’t seen her since the morning. They were worried that she might have gone home, since she was complaining of “feeling sick.” But most importantly, it was because they didn’t know if she was doing a spell or not.

Ruba felt the need at some lunch hours to cast a spell, in order to satisfy her “needs.”

They searched frantically and then Michael came to a stop, pausing and freezing in the middle of the cafeteria, causing Amy, Willow and Joseph to all bump into each other behind him. Michael raised his hand and pointed to the right, to the queue lining up for vegetarian food. They all looked at each other dumbfounding. Ruba was the only one in the queue wearing black.

“Over there!” Michael pointed to Ruba’s direction.

They started towards Ruba whilst Joseph descended into moaning, “Gah, my head hurts. Cheers for bumping into me Amy.”

“Wasn’t my fault…” Amy replied back.

As soon as they reached her, Ruba turned and asked, “What you lot talking about?”

“Oh, um basic-“ Willow was cut off by Ruba’s voice.

“There’s no point lying, I know what you’re here for.”

“Shesh, Ruba, you take the fun out of everything!” Michael proclaimed.

“Yeah and besides, you shouldn’t even be using magic…” Joseph stated. They were all moving further along the line.

“Hey, I need to! I’ll go crazy! At least it’s nothing big.” Ruba stated.

They all moved further along the line and they all brought a tuna and sweetcorn sandwich, with a bottle of water. Brain food.

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Last period, math. Ruba had her math class with Joseph. The class was small, with only eighteen students.

 Joseph and Ruba entered the classroom and Ruba grabbed Joseph’s arm, dragging him to the back of the class. They sat down and pulled their bags to their laps. They both, in synchronisation, started to pull out their math books and their pencil cases.

  “Dam!” Ruba lifted her bag off her lap and placed it on the floor beside her. She’d forgotten her pencil.

She scanned the classroom and saw a box of pencils at the front of the classroom and gave Joseph a puppy dog face.  

“Pwetty pwease, can you get me a pencil?” she said whilst fluttering her eyelashes.

 “No. Go get it yourself, lazy. You have legs.” Joseph smirked.

  “Fine…” Ruba positioned herself in her seat properly and stared at a pencil from the stack. She moved her head towards it and squinted her eyes. The pencil started to rise above all of the other pencils. Joseph turned towards her to start a conversation, until he realised that Ruba was trying to levitate the object.

 Joseph quickly slapped her left arm in order to get her out of her magical trance.

 “Ow!” Ruba yelled in shock. “What was that for?”

“Ahem! No magic! I saw you trying to levitate that pencil over there.”

 They both turned their heads towards the pencil and it dropped from the inch it was levitated.

 “Ugh, dam it Joseph.” Ruba protested.

 “What? You’ve learnt your lesson. Go get up and get it.”

 “You…” Ruba spoke, pointing her index finger at Joseph and continued. “You… you’re a bastard.”

Ruba smirked at Joseph’s insulted expression and walked over to the pencil. She grabbed it and as she was walking back to her seat, waved it in the air to Joseph and gave him the I-got-it look and seated herself back next to him.  

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