The Life of a Teenage Witch

Chapter 1

                                                                         Chapter 1

"You are absolutley beautiful." A tall man said from in front of me. This has to be a dream. I looked down and my pajamas did this whole Cinderella-fairy-godmother- swirly thing. It turned intoa long  pink and white silk and chiffon gown with a plunging neckline almost reaching my belly button. My long satin blond hair was curled and put on the top of my head. I slipped my leg out of the long slit in the skirt to see silver strappy heels and a diamond anklet. A Tiffany's diamond necklace reached to the crease of my breasts and I had earrings to match.

"I love this place." I took a deep breath. The place was my grandmother's garden, the air  smelled of roses and lillies. I reached a perfectly manicured hand and touched a pink rose bud. It was soft.

"May I?" I felt a strong arm curl around me. 

"Who are you?" I asked.

"You tell me. " I felt warm lips on my neck. I felt like I could trust him. I felt like there was a scary side to him too, like a secret.  Now the scenery changed as  did my outfit. My gown shifted to a lightweight cotton sundress that was mid thigh and my hair was wavy and flowers were woven through out it. I took another deep breath and smelled the salty air of the beach and I heard the roar of the ocean. A full moon was out and there was a castle in the distance. The humidity made me long for the air conditioner. I woke up. The sun was shining through the cheap dollar-store blinds in my windows and my space heater  was blowing warm air at me. I threw the covers off me and took off my tank top. I was sweltering. i laid on the floor thankful the tile was cool. I was getting sick.  I heard footsteps outside my door. 

"Mama?" I croaked out My mother walked in the moment I vomitted.Her round face went pale.

"Oh Baby!" She rushed to me. I could only imagine what she saw, Her fair-skinned daughter pale and crumpled in a pile in the floor laying in a puddle of vomit.

"Did you have another one?"

"Yeah Mama, how do you make the reactions less intense?"

"It takes time baby I promise." She helped me sit up.

"What was this one about?"

"I don't know exactly. I was in  a beautiful gown and I was in Nana's garden with a guy, and then I was at the beach without him." 'what did he look like?"

"I don't know he wouldn't let me see his face. I would know his voice if I heard it."

"Odd."

"Very. I'm going to hop in the shower." She helped me stand up.

"I'll clean this up later." I walked to the bathroom and took the rest of my clothes off. I rinsed them out and then turned the water in the shower on just warm enough to knock the chill off. Everytime I have one of  these dreams I have to go through a series of things to make sure I'm in reall life again. First my full name is Gael Lillian Capra, I'm 17, I'm not skinny at all, I have blond hair and eyes that change color with my mood. My parents, Troy and Marie, are the best ever and I have a little brother Jack. I have a dog named Gibbles and a hamster named Talley. The dreams aren't just dreams. Thery're visions of some sort. My  mama has them too but not as frequently as she used to. I rely on them coming to pass because they usually do. They dont just happen while I'm asleep either. One day I had one at school about my great-great -grandmother dying and I was sent home with "food  poisoning". Sure enough three weeks later she died.  The same way too, in her sleep. At least she died peacefully. My mama said that I'm the youngest generation of a long line of witches and mediums. My dad doesn't approve of me practicing but I do and he doesn't make a big stink about it. My Aunt Jeanine comes over frequently to help me make charms and teach me the ways of light magick. she has given me three books of shadows (spellbooks) that have been passed down from generation to generation, and I don't mean nambi pambi spells. I mean spells to cast off demons and poltergeist activity, cleanse auras, protection spells, and runes. I have my own book and it has the only spells I've ever written (two) and simple charms. Okay I'm in real life. I washed my hair and body and got out of the shower . I wrapped up in a fluffy blue towel and streaked to my room, slipping on the hardwood. I got dressed in a T-shirt and jeans and grabbed the cleaner out of the bathroom. I cleaned up my mess and washed my hands, I put  my hair up in a braid, put socks on and walked into the livingroom. Mama had toast and eggs on the counter and Daddy was already gone for work. On a Saturday. It sucks. Hard. 

"Hey Jack?" My little brother turned and looked at me. He had the same blond hair and blue eyes as me.

"What?"

"Is my jacket on the back of the couch?"

"Yeah."

"Throw it to me?"

"Sure." He chucked my light blue jacket at me I caught it and slipped it on. 

"Mama can I go to the woods?"

"After you eat."

"Yes Ma'am." I ate silently and put my dishes in the sink. I ran back to my room and slipped on my tennis shoes and grabbed a pack. I put my spellbook in the pack and another jacket. I ran back to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of bottles of water and a pack of crackers. 

"Goin' out!" I walked out the back door and walked to the familiar trail.