The White Magic Witch

The beginning

"Pick it up!"

Leaning down I started to pick up everything that dropped. My heart pound and sweat ran down my forehead.

"Hurry the hell up, I don't wanna be late for class"

I didn't want to be late either so I did as I was told. All the books and pencils that fell I gave to her.

As I reach out to give the stuff to her she threw it down. "No sweetheart, carry them to my class"

"But my class is on the other side of the school I couldn't take them to your class"

Every person who saw gasped.

"I. Don't. Care" her eyes scared me to death so guess what.

I took her stuff to her class.

Honestly I didn't expect my first day to be like that.

It wasn't even first period yet and I'm already being messed with. There goes my plan to be unnoticed.

"Nyla, come up and answer this chemistry problem" quickly snapped out my thoughts I went up and attempted to solve the problem.

What is the most common isotope of hydrogen?

Chemistry was one of the most easy subject for me so it didn't take me long to answer the question.

"Protium" my teacher nodded his head in approval and I went to my seat.

"Nerd"

"Smartass"

The jocks of course would say something to me when ever I answer a question. They wasn't very bright either so it just made me wonder more of how they're even in this class.

Feeling embarrassed I sunk in my seat and refused to answer any further questions.

School went by fast and I haven't been picked on since this morning.

"Hey, you"

Or maybe I spoke to soon.

"Me?" The girl from earlier was walking up to me with some of her friends.

"Yea, because of you I was late to class"

"But-"

"Your the new kid OK so be a good bitch and don't talk back"

A good bitch? I've done everything she asked on the first day of school. So why?

My lips acted on its own as I was about to say something.

But then a guy with a varsity jacket and blonde hair stepped in front of me.

"Chill out Brooke, shes new" he stood up for me out of no where. My heart thumped when he looked back at me.

His hand reached out for mine. "You good?" Nodding my head I took his head.

"What do you care Dylan" her gaze went from Dylan to me. The air seemed to shift a little. Like it was heavier.

My breathing became heavy. Crap. I thought to myself I might just have a panic attack if I'm not careful.

Afraid of having one in the school parking lot I took my stuff and ran.

I didn't look back I wasn't going to either. All I know is I had to get home.

My house wasn't too far but it wasn't close either. I lived with my aunt zena. She raised me since I was born.

I never met my parents apparently they died in a bad accident a couple of weeks after I was born. I only know what they look like from the pictures my aunt had.

I wanted to meet them I really did. But the one thing I thought was strange was that I don't have any family members besides my aunt.

I never asked her any personal question cause if I do she just avoids them.

It was around 5 when I got home. Taking my keys out my bookbag I unlocked the door and took my shoes off.

"Zena, I'm home!" Making sure she can hear me I raised my voice a little.

Our house was bigger on the inside than what it looked like from the outside.

The way zena decorated the house was different.

There was lots of books around the house. Spiritual things like dream catchers or animals was all over.

The door to the living room didnt have a door but beads hanging down from it.

I liked it. it was different. But there was a room that zena had a lock on. A room she basically forbid me from. It was the room in the basement.

I remember the first time she told me not to go in the room. I was 9.

"Zena, I have a project at school and I need the supplies" it was a nice day outside the sun was out and the sky was as blue as it could be.

"There should be something in the basement go take a look" zena was to busy to help like always. She would spend hours in the kitchen making things but all she do is put it in a bottle and put it up.

Ignoring what she was doing I went on ahead to the basement. It was dark and the stair creaked a little every step I took.

Little to no light go into the basement from the little window so I had a flashlight.

"Now where can that box be" searching and searching I just couldn't find what I needed.

Tired I sat on a box.

Giving up I planned on just going upstairs. But then a weird noise came from the boxes by the wall.

It felt like I was being called over. And without me noticing I started to take the boxes down and place them else where.

One by one a dusty box was picked up. All the boxes had a different language on them but I was to busy to pay attention.

I got the last box out the way and my hand touched the lock that was on the door. And it broke. I don't know how or why but it did.

I was getting ready to open it when.

"HEY, nyla get away from that door NOW"

Hearing my aunts voice snapped me out of the daze I was in.

I turned around and faced her.

"You gotta stay away from that door, don't go in there, its not time" she grabbed me and took me upstairs.

But I couldn't help but wonder what she meant and why I couldnt go in there.

But because she told me so I didn't question it or go near the door since then.