Chapter 1

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Aubrey was walking home from band practice when her mother barged from the front door. She was holding something but Aubrey couldn't tell what it was. Aubrey began to run toward her mother when she saw her hold part of her altar. Aubrey's heart dropped in her stomach.

"Care to explain this," The woman growled.

"I- mom please I don't mean any harm I just want to practice witchcraft," Aubrey pleaded.

"Not in my house. You either stop practicing and throw it away or you continue and become like your brother a rotten metalhead who worships satan like a disgrace," Her mother ordered

"I'm only 12 please mom," she cried

"No pick one," The once loving woman selfishly spoke.

Aubrey walked inside of the house not saying a single word. She walked upstairs to her room and grabbed a black book bag. She packed things she might need like clothes and money. She grabbed most of her witchcraft stuff. She couldn't fit the rest in there so she sadly had to leave them behind.Aubrey put the bag on her back and grabbed her bass. She walked downstairs and walked out of the door.

"Where do you think you're going," her mother screamed.

No response.

Aubrey was long gone. She closed and locked the door for her. Aubrey ran out of the neighborhood and found a bench to sit on. She thought about how her life was going to be and where she was going to stay.

She didn't want to be a burden to her friends so that was out of the question. If she did her band members parents might bring her back to what once was her home.She thought about going to her brothers. That wouldn't be the most stable place but a place none the less. After some pondering some more it was final.

The walk wasn't terrible but the sun was starting to set so she had to rush. There was a beautiful sunset by the time she got to her øystein's house. It took her a while to gain the courage to knock on the door but she did. She heard shuffling from the house. Then silence. The door slowly cracked open.

"Hello?"

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