Its Wensday. Four days after my moms freak out, and she still hasn't told me what's going on. I've been nauseous since Sunday and my mom has been understanding... a little too understanding. I've missed three days of school, and I'm definitely not looking forward to the makeup work I'll get one I'm back... if I go back. I've been thinking allot lately about my mom's strange conversation Saturday.
About how we could leave everything behind at any moment. How dagger could Hyatt throw away our lives for living as a fugitive, or 'under-the-radar'. And I don't what that to happen. I desperately wanted to know what was going on.
As if my prayers had been answered; my mom walked in, journals in hand.
"Hey darling." My mom sayed. I immediately recognised the term 'darling' as the one my mom used as when she has been frustrated, our worried about me. I said nothing, waiting for my mom to respond.
A good few minutes watching my mom's face scrunch up with frustration: she said it with the most simplicity. "Well, our family is not... well...human..."
YOU ARE READING
Wicca Wonder
ParanormalMelisa is your average teenage girl: ok grades, three friends, an annoying little brother, and "plastics" at school. until she uncovers the story of her fathers death, and finds out there is more to her family than just church, that all of her famil...
