❝You being an actual witch would be really helpful right now!❞
❝I just can't win with you people!❞
The concept of witches has been around for centuries. Challan Logan did not believe in witches one bit. She wasn't entirely sure where the myth had be...
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CHAPTER ONE. JACKSON FAMILY HISTORY LESSON
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BEING A BLACK TEENAGER IN A PREDOMINATELY WHITE TOWN WAS HELL ON EARTH. At least, that's what Challan's grandmother Shantel Jackson used to tell her. Challan didn't truly understand it until she became a teenager, although some people didn't see a thirteen year old as a teenager.
Challan's grandmother had a decent life in Hawkins, Indiana back when she was younger. Well, as decent as it could get when living in a time where racism was so prevalent and she was the recipient of racial attacks. Shantel didn't think her life could get any worse than it already was. That is, until she was fifteen and Clayton Summers started to show an interest in her.
Shantel wasn't stupid. She knew better than to be seen with a white boy, her parents had warned her of how dangerous that could be. And to put it simply, she just wasn't interested and she didn't believe that he was truly interested in her and didn't want to be the butt of whatever joke he was playing. Clayton didn't handle the rejection well and started telling his friends that she was a nasty witch.
When he had said it, he didn't mean it literally. But that's how other people took it and he made no effort to correct them. In fact, he joined in on the lie, telling everyone who would listen that Shantel Jackson cast a love spell on him and he had broken free of it. The rumors spread throughout the town like wildfire and soon enough, the Jackson family had been deemed, witches. Then everything went to hell.
Challan's grandmother never went into too much detail about what she had endured, but if it was anything like what Challan was going through, then she understood.
She had naïvely questioned her grandmother as to why they didn't just move somewhere else. The answer being, that they just couldn't afford to.
Even now, Challan's parents couldn't afford to move them out of town. They could barely afford to pay for her dance lessons. Her father was a firefighter who was paid a decent amount of money. Her mother, who struggled to find a job in Hawkins (for obvious reasons) had a job at the bank in Evanswood, the next town over where Challan had her dance classes.
When Challan's mother Hadiyah Jackson married Hawkins local Theodore Logan, the town was sure that she had cast a spell on him, just like her mother Shantel had allegedly done all those years ago. There was just no way that he could have actually fallen in love with her. Nobody would want to go within 10 feet of the Jacksons. But Theodore had been intrigued by Hadiyah. He quickly discovered that the rumors weren't true, not that he ever believed them. Their love story was a strange one but in a way, it gave Challan hope. Hope that she wouldn't be alone and miserable in Hawkins forever. That she could meet someone who would truly want to know her and actually like her for who she really was (which was NOT a witch).
But Challan was thirteen now and all her hopes were slowly starting to dissipate. She didn't even have friends, there was just no way she'd meet someone like that. Not in Hawkins. She longed to turn eighteen and go off to college where she could finally make some friends and maybe even find that special someone like her mother had. But she had so many years to go and she was getting tired of waiting.
