Izzy, The Wolf Witch

Witch Meets Wolf

It has come my attention I still left a lot of errors. A lot more then I thought. I will work on the errors when I have time. 

ACT 1 Chapter 1

My life has me in the wrong story and all supporting characters think I'm like them. My last year of my life has been a whirlwind of magic, fantasy, and possibility. Until someone put me back in my old high school life and telling me the last year didn't happen. My dad took me back and doesn't know I learned I am a witch. Of course, he doesn't know witches are real. Here, I am back in my old high school and force to be part of me that doesn't exist anymore. I am mighty magical heroine taken out of her story force to live every day high school.

Marylyn corners Gracie between her locker and her friends;Holly and Shelby. Gracie still is shy soft-spoken girl she had been in sophomore year.Her petite size makes it easy for Marylyn to see her as a prey. I watch Marylyn flick back her platinum blonde hair. Marylyn has strange gold eyes makes me question were they color contacts. Her tall stature made it easy for her tower over her prey.

I watch the scene play out from my locker as I put my textbooks away. I heard Gracie's stutter her words. She's trying to stand up for herself. Her voice hesitates and her shoulders go slump. I was girl as Gracie is over year ago. The weak girl I promise myself I wouldn't be again. My eyes focus on Marylyn's heels.

Snap.

A flash of blonde hair falls to the ground. Her friends watch clueless as why Marylyn goes down. Marylyn shrieks from the ground. I slam my locker door shut, and walked quick towards Gracie. She stands there watching Marylyn complaint over her new shoes. The heel has come clean off. I hook Gracie's arm with my right arm and slam her locker shut with my left. I pulled her along with me as she struggles to understand my motives as we walk down the hallway.

"Stop, I'm not done with you yet," Martlyn demands struggling to get up. With a twitch of my hand her words go mute. The spell will ware off soon. That's the only downside to that spell. She grabs her throat in a panic. Her friends try to figure out what she is trying to say, but Marylyn gasp like fish trying breath.

"Did you see that"asked Gracie starring back as we walk

"Karma," I replied with shrugging my shoulders. In truth Karma never works how one may one wants it too. I am proof of that. I have been embarrassed, tricked, mortified, and harass my first few years of high school. It feels rare for karma to be applied to girls as Marylyn. Being a witch lets me take control back control. I finally make karma my bitch.

I walk Gracie to her first period class. By time, we reach her first class she realizes who I was. She gasps in surprise and pulls me into a hug. Gracie is my childhood friend. We agree to catch up at lunch when warning bell rang.

I gave her a small wave as I head towards my Government class. I'm walking back the way I came and hear a pair broken heels approach me.

"You interrupted me earlier, " Marylyn stops in front me with her hand on her hips. She scoffs looking me up and down. She pushes her hair back over her shoulder. She's the typical pretty girl with the designer clothes, stylish hair, and prefect makeup. No, part had any originality to her. My small stature and natural brunette waves didn't hold a light to her. It didn't bother me because I could easily set pretty hair on fire.

I gave a tight smirk and push pass her. The poor girl didn't even know she's the prey this situation. She scuffs and tries to catch my attention.

The morning went by fast as I took notes in class and tried to remember students' names that sat around me. I recognize some faces and notice a few new faces too. I had few glares and questionable looks from other students. The white blouse with a black feminine neck tie and navy spotted flowy skirt could have something to do with it. I dress somewhere between 1890s school teacher and EGirl.