Carry Me Home

Chapter 1

“Buy guys!” I yell as I run out the door on my way out to school.

Jacob and Tasha are in the kitchen along with mom. Tasha is two years older than me and has my mom’s same black hair, but she’s super-skinny and didn’t inherit the witch genes, so naturally, she has no idea witches even exist. Jacob is 5 years older than me. He’s in his last year of high school, so obviously he thinks he’s all high-and-mighty because he’s heading off to college next year. My younger brother, Mark, no doubt is still sleeping. He’s five and is starting kindergarten in two weeks.

“Dianna! You haven’t eaten breakfast yet!” mom complained.

“I’ll eat a bagel on the way to school,” I snap back. I still haven’t forgiven her about the whole witch thing.

I wait at the bus in my black jeans, shoes, t-shirt and sweatshirt. My hair is pulled back and I am wearing 0 articles of make-up. Impossible? Supposedly, at least that’s what my friend tell me. Honestly, I don’t have anything against people that wear make-up, I just hate wearing it my self. I plug in my headphones, listen to Watermark by Enya, and study for the Vocab test today.

It’s 6 weeks into eighth grade, and already the teachers are packing on the homework. My backpack weighs a ton. Most people are totally excited to be in jr. high, but honestly, I don’t think it’s that much of a wiz. It’s just like elementary school except with more homework, lockers, and further people to annoy you.

The giant yellow banana, as I like to call it, finally pulled up to the curb. I, along with the other people waiting with me, climb on. I’m the master of this school, and everyone knows it. No one messes with me, at least not if they’ve heard of me. Last year, when my mom clued me in on being a witch, I was really mad. I took out my anger by giving the toughest guy in the school a black eye for calling me emo. Ever since then, I’ve had very little problems in life, shows you what standing up for yourself can do.

I spot my group, not in the back of the bus and not in the front, but coasting through the middle. Marisa and Stel had both saved me a seat. I sat with Stel, she was easy to be with. Marisa was just a huge gossip queen, while Stel is more quiet and compassionate. I was in the mood to brood among my depressing thoughts.

“What song are you listening to?” she greeted me

“Does it really matter?”

“No,” she sounded a little hurt, “I was just wondering.” That’s the thing sometimes I can hurt people, but not intentionally, of course.

“Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls,” I sighed.

“Oh,” she said.

We spent the rest of the ride to school in silence. People slowly got on the bus, causing it to get louder and louder. The overcrowded space was thick and hot, but I didn’t have enough room to take off my sweatshirt. Instead I just sat and endured the insufferable ‘weather.’ I wished I had taken a window seat, oh well, nothing to do about that now. Besides, it wasn’t like I needed to take the bus; I just didn’t feel like walking to school today.

Finally the bus arrived at school, everyone jumped off the bright banana. I shook out my dirty blond hair so that it fell around my face. Stel, Marisa, and I met up with Jake, Dyno, and Sike.

Currently Stel is going out with Jake and Marisa is dating Dyno. Sike is gay so, as you can see, I’m not planning on having him as an option any time soon. Jake immediately comes over to Stel when we make our way over to them, tucking her white-blond hair behind her perfect face as she stares up into his “perfect” face. I just roll my eyes, no use trying to interrupt their ubber-mushy moment, so I walk with everyone towards the lockers.