When Cheri was young,
way before the scientists,
Way before her life had truly begun.
When Cheri was young, something happened, her hair tie snapped and it made her feel something, something that made her schoolmates point, laugh and call out
"Witch, witch!"
Something that made her bubble up inside, it wasn't a pleasant feeling, in fact she hated it but still made her smile.
"Witch, witch!"
One day as Cheri sat staring at the cracked pavement she heard it,
Over and over again and she thought to herself,
"Fine, I'll play witches"
And so,
She did.
YOU ARE READING
Anger
Short StoryMon-cheri is always quiet, caring and never ever talks back. "did you hear the roumor?" (AN) this is just a short story from one of my ocs that I really wanted to share somewhere will probably animate it on TikTok or smth aswell lol.
