I mean, being a Witch is pretty cool, don't get me wrong. I love it. But sometimes the quests and adventures can get to people . . . Especially if there's Magic involved. I suppose I should start at the beginning.
I'm Rosey . And this all started in the culture section of the public library. That wonderful, stupid library. And my social studies teacher as well. And the essay. Let's just say there are a lot of reasons I'm a Witch. Number one reason: the culture and religion essay from social studies. Sometimes I wonder if the social studies teacher is a Witch, but that couldn't be right. I'd of seen her in the Coven one time or another. I'm on the Council of Faeries, after all.
But anyways, the essay. I chose to do mine on Wicca, assuming no one but my friend and I would know what that is. Looking for the library's world religion and culture was pretty difficult. It was a little shelf in the back, swallowed by the surrounding shelves filled to the brim with books. This shelf, however was scarcely lined with small books of cultures in out-of-the-way countries, and a few religions I'd never heard of. One book, however, was thick and dusty and filled to the bursting with notes and and an aura of knowledge I couldn't quite place at the time.
I knew one thing, that the book for my research was going to be that book. I didn't care if it's contents, only that I needed to possess the grand power that came with the knowledge of that book. I grabbed the book and practically ran to the front. When the sweet old librarian caught a glimpse of the book, she chuckled." You'll want to come to the back with me for that one, dear."
I must have looked as confused as I felt, because the librarian chuckled again and escorted me to the break room.
The room was sparsely decorated, aside from a table, mini fridge, and a few books that needed to be shelved. There was a bookcase in the corner. It looked old and worn and Magical. It was a sort of worn white color with tiny rose designs that looked delicate and loopy. The librarian set her hand on an old leather bound book, which started to glow, illuminating the room with a rosy cast. And that's when I knew my life was going to change.
