As the seasons change

~7

(Oakley p.o.v)

The bike was a firespitter

for 1982 which had been modified to match the type of speed kids liked today. I

ran my finger on the beautiful black with red and orange flames paint work. I

was an amazing bike. The purr of the engine almost sent me purring. Robert was

sat behind me, hands round me stomach with a wide grin on his face.

"Für die Liebe von allem, was heilig ist, ist dies ein wunderbares Tier"  [For the love of everything holy, this is a

wonderful beast] I mumble in German.

"Okay gramps, let's see

what you got" he said.

"Who are you calling

gramps?" I said speeding up the bike so it ripped on the road at way past the

speed limit.

"Sh*t!" I heard Robert

shout. I barked a laugh. The trees pasted us in a blur and I was like I was

flying for the first time in forever. A mix of terrier and pure excitement

flooded my steamed. I howled with this feeling. I saw the shopped I turned

suddenly and parallel parked.

"That was amazing" I said

ripping off my helmet. I realized that Roberts hands were so tight around my

stomach they may leave bruises. I ripped his hands from my waist.

"How did you learn to

drive like that, you dodged every car and somehow parallel parked and I think

I'm going to puke, gramps" he said getting shakily got off the bikes.

"You know you growing on

me" I giggled, when was the last time I was this happy. I said swinging one leg

round so I was sitting on the bike and I saw a group of girls and guys from the

school staring at us open mouths and I realized that I was where the uniform so

they would know I'm from their school.

"Ok you sit with the bike

and I'll get stuff" He said standing up, looking very pale.

"What are you getting?" I

asked.

"Ice cream, chocolate and Tampons,

it's my mate's week of the mouth were she becomes a demon" He said giving me a

sad smile, and then walked towards the school.

I sat there on the bike

pretending to people watch but I was painfully aware of the groups' eyes on me.

After a few minutes of staring, a skinny guy with blonde sticky out hair walked

over with a wide grin on his face. I could smell the magic on him. Must be a

male witch or a warlock. Warlocks are different than witch because they are

more of a human infected with magic that causes superpower, were witch are born