The Witch Hunt Chronicles- Witch Hunt

Chapter One The Smile

“Alyson! It’s time to get up now!” my mother yelled from my door. No “good morning my darling angel child. How did you sleep?”

“Yes mother, I’m getting there” I yelled back and pulled the covers back. I sat up with my feet dangling off the side looking at my alarm clock and wondering why it didn’t wake me. Though at six in the morning I tend to forget things. Like the fact that my alarm clock and I had a bit of a fight the other morning, it wanted me to wake up, I disagreed and in the end I was awake and it was broken… I don’t know who won… “First day of the new school year, oh joy.” I thought walking over the mounds of discarded clothing and paper to my closet trying to decide what to wear. I opened the door and looked through the clothes that hung there.

“Black, black, black, black, pink… must be mom’s” I said chucking it over my shoulder onto my bedroom floor. I got dressed in my usual color scheme-black. A low cut led zeppelin top, black jeans, combat boots and did my make-up in the same old gothic way. I grabbed my bag and headed down stairs for breakfast. In the kitchen, my mother had barely looked up before she said:

“I honestly don’t know why you dress like that Alyson, you’re really such a beautiful girl and people see you like such a…”

“Witch? That’s cuz I am mom. If people want to see me as the evil witch that should be burned at the stake, I’m happy to make all their nightmares come true.” I said as I took my seat at the table. “If they want to be scared of me, I’ll give them a reason to be.” I ate my toast in silence with sideways looks from my parents, and then left for school. The one thing I was happy about when it came to school was that I was allowed to drive my car. I got lucky in my freshman year when I drove to school when I wasn’t allowed to. Hey, I didn’t know! The principle annoyed me and he got a bit scared when my eyes turned from bright blue to emerald green. He hasn’t bothered me since. Oh you’re probably wondering about the eyes thing? That happens when I feel a really powerful emotion and my magic is at its strongest, but anyway...

On my way to school I stopped at a red light and who should pull up next to me? No one but Veronica Hawthorn, she was kinda the bitch at school who everyone hated except the boys. She was your average “oh my God I’m too cool for the bench I’m sitting on” type and she made me wanna hurl every time I saw her bottle blonde moustache waxing face. We used to be friends, strangely enough, until she dyed her pitch black hair blonde and made a conscious vow to sleep with anything with a dick. The first day of high school, after the whole car thing, I get to my first class only to find that the entire school now knows of my religion, Veronica was the only one I ever told, besides my parents. I’m straying from the story. Veronica and her usual gang of skanks had just pulled up beside me and persisted to take their usual cheap shots at me, calling me freak and stuff like that, they were all bark and no bite though. I ignored them as I always did. It was better now cuz there was no one to point and laugh at the sad little witch girl- see what I did there? Little Rich, Witch… never mind. The light turned green and I drove off. I took a few turns here and there, saw some random kids laughing on their way to school… must be nice to be normal. When I got to school and was about to turn into a parking, there were three open spaces, right net to each other,that’s what pissed me off. Victoria sped up and parked in the one I was turning into… the kind of thing you do when you’re too superficial to attack someone physically. My eyes flashed green and I wanted to hurt her really, really badly but I let it go. Ok I’m lying. I drove passed her car with a big smile on my face and left an even bigger scratch on her brand new, bright and sickly pink convertible. I took the next space and got out of the car. The good thing about being a witch would undoubtedly be the spells. No way was I letting her grimy little nails leave a mark on my Chevy. A simple protection spell does wonders against prats like her. I’d gotten pretty good at them; non verbal spells were my forte. They didn’t freak anyone out and no one ever knew what I was up to. It was beautiful. I walked away from my car and smiled at Victoria’s disgusted face, and true to form she walked up to the drivers side door of my car and scratched something into the paint with her car keys. What she wrote on my car was hidden from view by hers but I saw what she wrote, because a moment later the word “FREAK” was scratched onto her car door and I knew there wasn’t a mark on mine. I smiled and sighed with deep satisfaction, turned on my heel and strode away. I walked past a group of lost and scared looking freshmen; they pointed and whispered, they obviously knew who I was. I gave them a smile and they turned away quickly and I laughed coldly. I waked down the long hallway towards my locker, you couldn’t really miss it. It had a big black pentacle painted on it and people always gave it wide births when they walked pass it. Again I smiled, people can be so stupid. I grabbed my books from it and headed to my first class- history. I was first in class, as always; I don’t really like the company of other students, though the Goths and emo’s have taken a liking to me but they annoy me. There’s just something about their “Oh my God I hate my life, someone go fetch me a spoon so I can slit my wrists” view of life that irritates me. I sat and waited for about five minutes and then the bell rang and people started flooding in. My seat was way in the back so I could easily avoid the other kids.