𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 ❦「𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒」

𝟶𝟶𝟸《𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙿𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽》

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

I'm woken up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock and I groan, slamming my hand on the snooze button. Just as I drift back off to sleep, I hear a loud knock on my door followed by it being opened.

"Feet on the floor, Natty" My mother warns me and I groan, pulling myself up.

She smiles at me warmly and I sleepily rub my eyes.

"Good morning, sweetheart" She says and I smile.

"Good morning, Momma" I hum.

She closes the door and I drag myself out of bed, padding over to my bathroom. I take a quick shower and dry myself off before curling my long brown locks and applying a little make up.

The outfit I decide on today is blue skinny jeans, a white squared neck top and a pair of white heeled boots that lace up at the front. I pair my outfit with a green teddy bear jacket and a couple pieces of jewellery which includes a charm bracelet my friend bought me a couple years back which has multiples charms on it that all mean something.

For example, there's a book charm due to the fact we met in a library, a lock and key to symbolise the secrets we keep for each other, a 'C' charm for her initial, a 'N' charm for my initial, a wolf charm which symbolises the fact she is a werewolf and a broomstick charm because I'm a witch.

yes, I'm a witch

After my outbreaks as a child, my father took me to see a bunch of specialists who just couldn't explain the reason for my behaviour at all. They all chalked it up to ADHD or Bipolar Disorder, which was completely wrong. I spent the next few years doped up on medication that wasn't right for me and eventually I exploded, literally.

My father and I had one of our many arguments and I let out a loud scream before angrily kicking the seat in front of me. Our car flipped in the middle of the road and just kept rolling until I stopped screaming. We got out the crash completely unharmed and my dad was in complete disbelief. It never happened again so we never spoke about it, I'm pretty sure he thinks he was imagining the whole thing and I can't blame him.

At age 12 I met a girl who told me that she knew what was going on with me and that she could help, so I let her. Cora taught me everything I know about the supernatural world and helped me learn to control my powers. Apparently there are bloodlines of powerful witches from back in Salem that flocked to Beacon Hills in search of shelter and they settled in, masking their magic from others to fit in. Every so often the ancestors will bless one of their offspring with their gifts and I happened to make the cut.

you may be thinking, does your brother know about you being a witch? no, he doesn't and I intent to keep it that way. I don't want my brother involved in the supernatural, I don't want any of my family or friends to be involved.

I stand in front of my mirror and with a proud smirk, my eyes flash a bright pink colour before fading back to their original brown. My door swings open and I spin around to see Scott.

"Ready to go, Natty?" He asks curiously and I nod, grabbing my white backpack.

"Let's go, Scotty" I chirp, skipping past him.

We pass our mother who tells us to have a good day and we tell her the same back before heading outside. I hop onto Scott's dirt bike behind him and wrap my arms around him tightly. He revs the engine before whizzing off towards the school and I smile, loving the feeling of the wind blowing through my hair.