The Girl Who Has The Magic Touch ( editing it )

Chapter 1 Power

I got out of my house and walked down the street. I’m heading to the

market when I suddenly stop and stare at the house in front of me.

Before I know what I’m doing, I walk up to the house and push the door

open. My head snapped to the right to see a red-haired man with an

evil look on his face.

    “We were waiting for you Ms. Park,” he said before vanishing into

thin air. From the outside, the house looked very old but inside, you

can see witchcrafts and weird stuffs. This weird female in her late

20’s appeared in front of me.

    “Come in and have a seat,” she offered. I examine her for a few

moments. She has a pale skin and she has tattoos on her arms and neck.

She probably believes in witches and warlocks by seeing the stuff

inside her house. God, get me out of here! I thought. I sit down on

her purple couch and she walks away to get some drinks.

    Lying on her coffee table is a book that says ‘Wicked Spells’.

Curious, I slowly open the book then a bright light suddenly came out

of it. I feel the power within the book as the light shines on my

face. I quickly closed the book when I heard footsteps. The girl

walked in and sat right next to me, offering me a glass.

    “Thank you,” I said with a nice tone.

“You’re welcome, Ms. Park,” she replied.

“I don’t like when people call me Ms. Park. Just call me Liz.”

“I’m sorry, Liz. My name is Lauren.”

    I took a sip on the glass of red liquid. God! This is an amazing

drink. I thought. I sip more and I felt the same power I felt from the

book earlier. I can’t define the taste but for me, it tastes like good

magic. Lauren looks at me.

    “Good, drink it,” she said quietly. I leaned on the coffee table and

looked out the window. I saw an emo boy with black hair and black

nails. He has a pale skin and he looked very attractive.

    “Liz, I can see that you are an emo because of your white hair and

white nails. You also have black clothes on,” Lauren said.

    I looked at her. It’s true that I’m an emo. I suddenly felt strange.

I had this fast change in me. I feel like a good girl.

    “Do you want something in here? You can have it. It’s free,” Lauren said.

“That wicked spell book,” I said, pointing at the coffee table. She

grabbed the book and handed it to me. I feel the power rushing into my

hands as the book lies on my palms.

“Do you feel something, Liz?” Lauren asked and I nodded.

“Then the book has chosen you to be its master,” she said. I don’t