Three Teens and a Little Magic

Zombie on Crack

"So let the light guide your way, yeah." I sang. I always thought of my idiot buddies and Paul Walker (may he rest in peace)whenever that song came on.

I washed the dishes, singing and swaying to the beat in my head. Once I was done, I made my way to my room, wondering what my best friends were doing. Probably having more fun than I was at the moment. Not that I was doing anything fun.

My room was pretty plain but incredibly messy. Not kidding! You would think a pig lived here instead of a teenaged girl. Light blue walls with small rainbow splatters and clothes strewn all over the floor. I plonked myself onto the bed, pulling my school bag to me. Homework.

An hour later, I was laying on my back, staring up at the ceiling. I was so bored. Suddenly, an amazing idea lit up in my head. I could feel my mouth stretching to form a cheshire grin.

"Light bulb."

As 'Shakin' My Head' blasted through my headphones, I flicked my wrist. In an instant the curtains snapped shut, blocking out the sunlight and any prying eyes.

Shakin' my head! I danced around the room, shaking my head to the music. I threw my hands up. Light.

Colours danced around the room, matching my every move. I felt like I was in a club. Just then a loud voice interrupted my little happy dancing session. Everything abruptly returned to normal.

"Tianne! What are you doing in your room?"

"Homework mum!" I quickly replied, still moving about.

"What type of homework requires moving about like that?" She asked.

"Um...Physical Eduation?"

"Okay hun but could you please stop it? You look like a zombie on crack!"

"Mum!" Okay. I may not be the best dancer in the world but please, you don't have to tell me to my face. Okay, I would rather that than fake praise but still. Nonetheless, I wasn't that bothered. I knew just how bad I looked when I was trying to dance.
But hey, at least my sister was worse off.

The next day, I woke up a tad later than usual. Screaming profanities in my head I grabbed my towel and jumped into the shower. Once in my room, I quickly changed into my school uniform. Navy shorts, well, trousers really and my big white-navy-aqua polyester shirt. What can I say, I like to keep it baggy. Putting on my trusty sneakers, I strutted out the door. I didn't bother to have breakfast or comb my hair, it was pointless anyway. Too short.

I bet you're wondering what I am. To be honest I have no idea either. I wouldn't exactly call myself a witch. I didn't know much about them. Hannah and Ange are just like me. We don't know where or how we got these magical abilities, we just had them. Even google couldn't help us.

I found out I had magic when I accidently turned my sister's hair an ugly shade of vomit green. I happened to be very angry when I did that. As confused as I was at the time I couldn't help but enjoy her horrified gasps and screams. As totally creepy as that sounds, I promise, I am actually very normal.

I never told anyone about my abilities until I met Hannah and Ange. Ange and I were in the same class, always had been but we had never really interacted until Hannah came along. Through our friendship we discovered we had a lot in common.

Together, our magic seemed to get stronger. Coincidence or something else?
Meh, probably a magical magnetism or something. Something like a chemical reaction or whatever.

As I neared the school, I marched straight into the admin office to get my late slip. I thanked the ladies at the office and made my way out. I probably missed PC again.