Chapter 9: Questions

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Emma's POV

After thoroughly amazing Enzo with my powers, I called it a day and went home. The rest of the night went by quickly and before I knew it, it was the next day. I walked to school like any other day. The day was flying by. Lunch came around, and something unexpected happened. I sat down at a table, expecting to either eat alone or eat with another lonely soul. I heard two people set their trays down on the table. I looked up to see Bonnie and Elena taking a seat right across from me.

I found this weird. I took a quick look around the cafeteria. There were still tables open. Huh, well that's strange. Why are they sitting here with me? I quickly shook my head. I shouldn't let something small like this bother me. And it didn't, until I noticed that they were looking at me. "Um, hi..?" I said, raising a brow.

"Just what are you?" Bonnie asked quietly.

"Um, what do you mean?" I asked innocently. I was starting to get a little worried. They couldn't possibly know, right?

"When I grabbed your hand yesterday, I felt something. You're not entirely human are you?" Bonnie said. When she saw fear spread across my face, she continued. "Look, we're not gonna tell anyone. I'm a witch. I can sense when someone isn't human. We just want to know what you are."

Wait, witches exist? I shouldn't be surprised. Vampires exist, why not witches. What's next, werewolves? "To be honest with you, I'm not sure what I am. I've never met anyone else like me." I responded meekly.

"Wait, wouldn't your family know? Parents, grandparents, anybody with a blood relation?" Elena questioned.

"None that are alive. My birth parents died when I was three." I explained.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring something like that up..." Elena stammered. I knew she didn't want to bring up a sensitive topic like that.

I sent her a soft smile. "It's okay. It was a long time ago. I just wish I knew exactly what I was. I have these abilities, and I don't know why I have them. I don't know if it was passed down from my parents or if it's because of something else." I rambled on.

"What if I told you I know someone that might be able to help you figure out what you are?" Bonnie told me with a smirk.

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