Chapter One (in progress)

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  • Dedicated to Emilee Makel King
                                    

Two Weeks Later:

     The classroom is stuffy. I squirm in my desk, anticipating the night to come. I stare at the chalkboard Mr. Taylor is writing our assignments on. I pull on the collar of my uniform. I cannot pay attention to the teacher though. My mind seems to always settle on Leon no matter how much I try to focus. It's been two weeks since he scared me half to death and told secrets which I must share with no other mortal.

He told me things I thought were only in fairytales. He told me I was from a long line of Witches that practice magic. He automatically knew I thought he raving mad so he showed me things I knew only existed in fiction books. After two hours of convincing and balls of light shooting from the tips of his fingers, I was totally convinced and partially excited.

He left me with a note telling me to meet him and he would take me to the Coven. A bang on my desk pulls me out of my memories and back into Mr. Taylor's classroom.

"Felicity Rose, please pay attention in my class." Mr Taylor says. A few students laugh, causing my cheeks to turn a scarlet color. I look down at my book embarrassed while Mr. Taylor continues with his lecture. I look at the time on my cell phone and brighten up inside when I see that class has 5 minutes left.

"Now, class, I hope you were listening to what I said today", he says looking at me, "because tomorrow we have a test on it all." Oh my God! I think to myself. "You are all dismissed." Mr. Taylor says. He turns and sits down at his desk while I make my way out of class. Now I'll have to make -time to study this and go to the Coven meeting, I think. It's going to be a LONG night.

When night finally blankets the cities sky, I don my coat and head out the door, The crisp air greets me, making me pull my coat tighter. Nearly twenty minutes later I arrive at the restaurant Leon told me to meet him at.It looks positively dingy on the outside. The windows are blackened out and the title of the restaurant is half hanging off the roof. The sign looks like it might fall down and more than likely hit a customer on the head. I walk through the front door and look around.

"Wow", I say to myself. The interior looks like something you would see famous actors and dazzling actresses going to. 

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 23, 2011 ⏰

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