I'm not normal. I haven't been normal since birth. Normal babies cry when they first come out of the womb, but instead I turned the hospital walls light blue with dark dark purple roses. It was much better than the ugly shade of puke green that I saw at first. When my mother was released home one week later, I was talking, and learning how to make sandwiches from those plastic toys.
I lived in a witch community, helping my powers flourish. We were happy, until one day when I was four years old my mother went to work, and I was in daycare, her office building blew up. I felt the world shift, and screamed during the daily Read-Aloud session. That's when they found out just how advanced my powers were, books flew off of their shelves, the carpet was ripped up, I destroyed everything, except the walls and the roof.
The Elder Witches wiped my memories, and sent me to live with my 40 year old father in North Carolina, where they hoped I would never learn of my powers again.
But something went wrong. They didn't know my father knew of my powers. He never told me what happened, he just nourished my powers told me to never tell anyone about them and to only use them for self defense, and other kids' defense.
How do I know all of this you ask? You'll just have to wait until the end to find out.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
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I plan on making short updates, but update at least once a day. it may seem short to all who just read, but us writers know that it feels longer than it is. Please don't get mad if I miss a day or two I also have a life. This is something new I'm trying out, so I'm sorry if it's terrible.
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Being Me
RandomIt's hard being Heather Finnick, not just because I'm not popular, or because I'm still obsessed with stuffed animals, but because I'm a witch in training... but the other things help too.
