You know most eighteen year old's don't stand in the shower describing their lives to a tile wall that doesn't give a damn about you. But of one of the two people, I am that one person. I'm so weird that I have'nt even told you my name yet. I'm Melba Realene. My last name is pronounced Ray-Lean, just to let you know because I get many questions about my unique name. When I was five, I asked my parents what my name mean't. They said Magic. I never understood what they mean't by that, but now im starting to understand.
- flash back -
"Anna stop!" I yelled at my best friend.
"No! I'm not listening!!" Anna smashes her hands into her ears, "Lalalalala!!"
I roll my eyes at her stubbornness and flick my fingers toward her, making her trip forward. I look at my hands in astonishment, and look up to see my mom wide-eyed with the apple snacks she made for us. She quickly put the tray down on the table and got down onto the ground next to Anna.
I hear her faintly say, "Si' Comu Ariese," while she traced her index and middle finger across my friends sweaty forehead.
I see Anna arise and I jump back from what I just witnessed. Anna gets up neutrally and walks over to pick up apple snacks. I take a glance at my mom and she just smiles and quickly gets up.
- end of flashback -
Ever since that incident happened with Anna, me and her have always been close. My mom has told me many times to keep this secret because if any one finds out, I would be burned to death by Anti-Witch people. When I turned eight, my mother showed me websites where ancient Voodoo Witches have been burned at the stake many times for their secret being released.
There was this one incident with a lady named Madame La Laraurie, an old lady living in like the fourth century was a basic white rich woman who had many slaves trapped in her attic. She lived for a young complexion and her beauty. Even though she was an old bat and had three eighteen year old daughters. She used to wipe fresh blood on her face to tighten the skin and take away the wrinkles of her face. And the only way she got the fresh blood was by slicing the skin of her 'people'. One of the slaves were caught having... Fun; with Madame La Lauries daughter. Borquita. He was taken away to the upstairs and tied to a wooden wall. Madame being her stupid self, cut off a bulls head and emptied the brains out. And the last thing you would expect anyone to do, she put the head on the slave (Bastein) and said quote, unquote "I've always wanted half man, half bull." When the Voodoo Witch Marie Laveau; the wife of the half man half bull Bastein, heard about this she marched her booty right over there. Marie hung Madame La Lauries' three daughters Pauline, Marie Jeane, and Borquita. Not forgetting La Lauries wicked husband. And Marie Laveau gave Laurie immortality juice or whatever and buried the lady to live the ongoing and forever lasting life underground where she belongs.
So that was an insight of the past and now that I'm in the future I'm not taking any chances on what, or who I am. But right now I have to go to school.
- at school -
In school, I don't do much. I go to school, talk to my only friend. Anna. Go to my classes and doodle on my hand or paper, go to lunch. Then go home. Quick and simple but whatever. But today another thing got in my schedule... a boy. He is a new exchanged student from Australia and he is new to this rotten, disgusting state. Maryland. He is really tan and cute and looks Asian but then again doesn't look Asian and ugh I can't even describe how beautiful he is because yeah. But I decided that I'm going to talk to him.
I walk up to him, trying to look confident and right when I get in front of him. The major slut of the world comes and starts talking to him. I don't know what got ahead of me but I just stomped my foot on the ground and the ground cracked a little bit, I stomped hard again and I looked at her. Faintly saying the spell my mom said backwards, "Ariese Comu Si'," and the slut dropped to the ground.
