The Dark Witch

1. Trying to Survive

"Oh crap, I'm going to be late for school!" I exclaim as I rush to get ready for school. I can't afford to be late; if I'm late it will just be another reason to get picked on by the popular kids. I don't really see why they do; I look just like every other human. I'm 5'5"; I have thick black hair, skinny, and silver eyes. Well I suppose my eyes are a bit strange but I love them. I consider myself as normal as everyone else besides the fact that I'm not exactly human.

I quickly rush to the bus stop, making it just in time to catch the bus. That was too close for comfort; I sit back, relaxing for the few minutes as I wait for my stop. The bus comes to a stop at the main entrance of my school. I slowly get off the bus, walk up to the front steps and just look at the large mahogany doors of the school.

This is St. Charles Academy, or in my case, my own personal hell. You see I'm not a very well liked person here; I'm just a nuisance, an annoyance to everyone in that school. I take a deep breath as I reluctantly enter the school. I lower my head, ignoring every disgusted stare, whispered gossip and blatant insult thrown my way.

"I wonder what they've made up about me now." I mutter under my breath. Something's wrong though; I can't explain how I know, but it's just an intense gut feeling that I have. That's when I realize that no one had tried to harm or confront me yet. Everyone seems to be keeping their distance from me.

"Ugh." I complain as I get pushed into my locker. So much for that thought.

"Get out of the way, loser!" sneers Blake, the quarterback, as his friends laugh. Meet Blake Spade, the captain and quarterback of our precious school. Everyone bows down to him and his team due to the fact that his team has won the past two championships. I personally, am not a fan of football and couldn't care less whether or not his team wins or loses.

His friends laugh as they begin to kick my binders and textbooks all over the place. Teachers notice what's happening and choose to just ignore it, saying stuff like 'boys will be boys'. Now normally I would keep my head down, let them do whatever they want and not say anything in defense; but today, I'm just so tired of all this and too upset to care about what will happen if I stand up for myself. So consequences be damned, I finally speak up for once in my life.

"The only losers here, Blake, are you and your friends." I calmly retort, "You think its okay to bully people for no reason, to ridicule others for your own amusement? I've done nothing to you, or your friends. I have been nice to everyone at this school since I first came here."

I just stare at them as they look at me in total shock. I patiently wait for someone to finally tell me why they've tortured me for so long; to tell me why they had mentally and physically abused me every day. Was it simply for enjoyment or just because they could? I know for a fact that I wasn't going anywhere until I got some answers from them. About five minutes later, they finally started to realize I was waiting for an answer as they stare at me with looks of disbelief, anger, shock and I think one person looked... proud. It doesn't matter though; Blake finally snaps out of it and moves closer, towering over me as if trying to intimidate me.

"Who do you think you're talking to like that? Do you know who I am, Keisha? You think that I'll let you get away with that? I'm the captain and the quarterback of the football team! No on e talks to me like that, especially not a little nothing like you." He snarls as he punches the locker by my head. "I may not be able to hurt you but I will find a way to break you. Just remember that, Blackwood, you will break by the end of this year. Mark my words." With that he and his friends start to walk away.

"Hey, Blake..." I speak softly as I wait until he stops and faces me. "Hell will freeze over when that happens. Oh and by the way my name is Keeisa, like Key-sa, you might want to remember the name of the girl you plan to break."