The Many Secrets of Woodland Hallows

Introduction (Ombra)

I sit in my dark classroom, admiring my spooky and dark themed decorations. I admire the black sparkly bats that dangle from the ceiling.

I couldn't lie, I was pretty excited for the new school year to start up. I heard we were supposed to get a new teacher, I think her name is like.. Ms. Alcott..? I couldn't remember very well. But I'm also not very excited to deal with these asshole kids.

I mumble a couple words and suddenly a mirror appears in my hand. I had gotten much better with spells and summoning. I take out the black lipstick from the pocket of my black shorts and put it on, kissing at the mirror and showing a small smile. I close it and put both away.

Nobody in this town knows exactly what I can do nor what I am. They just either know that I'm weird but interesting, or they hate my guts. This whole town basically knows I'm a lesbian, thanks to Delilah Summers a year ago. She still works here but decided to out me after she thought I liked her. After her betrayal, I haven't liked anyone since then... and nobody has liked me. At this rate, I think I'll be single forever. But it's okay, I have my 3 cats, and my spider. They are all my babies. Plus, I came to this realm to protect, not to love.

I go ahead and collect my stuff and begin making my way to my black Cadillac convertible. I throw my stuff into the back seat, then start my car, getting ready to leave. As I'm about to leave, I see a woman walking into the house next door of the school.

"Odd, nobody has lived there in 2 years... must be a new one... maybe the Ms Alcott that I was told about." I mumble to myself. I break the eye contact with the house and begin to drive away, heading towards my house, it was only 10 minutes away from the school. Coincidentally, it was also one of the most beautifulest yet scariest houses in all of Woodland Hallows. I made sure it was away from everyone and everything. All of my secrets stay hidden behind the gates of my property. Nobody can know what lies within these walls, behind closed doors.

Not a soul.