𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 - 𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧

𝐈𝐈

𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘞𝘖

(the cursed witch, act one)

THIS WAS THE TIME OF DAY WHEN NINA WISHED SHE COULD DO MAGIC.

High school.

Or was purgatory the right word? It had to be a curse placed on her, one that forced her to repeat a terrible first day at least four times a year before moving to the next year and repeating the same acts.

If magic were in her daily criteria, life would be a hell of a lot easier, especially while you are surrounded by teenagers who seemingly don't know or understand what a shower is.

It also didn't help that she couldn't, well wasn't allowed, to drive anymore which led to Natalie having to drive her to the wretched building that she was sure Satan built specially for her.

"You're being dramatic again," Natalie told her as they drove into the school parking lot earning looks from the student body who stood by their parked cars.

"How would you know? You can't read my mind," Nina retorted as she stared down at her lap to avoid the curious stares.

"You're my daughter, of course I can read your mind. I know that right now you are thinking of how much you would rather be eating ice cream as you watch this place burn till the only thing left of it is dust and I know you are debating opening this door and jumping out of the car which is why I currently have the child lock on."

Nina's eyes locked with a boy who stood across the parking lot, and she could have sworn she saw him laugh at her mother's words. Shaking her head, she looked back at her mother, "You're wrong. I was thinking about jumping off a cliff and being eaten by mermaids."

"Mm," Natalie muttered with a smirk as she parked in front of the doors. "Well, have fun getting eaten by mermaids, Nia. If you do, document it. I've always wanted to see a mermaid."

"You're a terrible mother."

"And you are terribly dramatic. Get out of the car before I kick you out."

Her eyes locked with the boy's once more and the grin had never left his lips as he watched the mother and daughter from across the lot. "If I get murdered by the creepy guy over there it's on you," Nina muttered before grabbing her backpack and exiting the car.

Her arms were wounded tightly around herself as she walked up the steps towards the lobby's front doors. She could feel eyes on her back, and she knew it was every student who stood in the parking lot.

Small towns sucked. One little change and everyone had to know everything.

It was the middle of March, the middle of the semester, which was arguably the worst time to switch schools. It was going to be hard to fit in, these kids had years to make friends, find their clicks and find their way to their classes without getting lost five times.