As we headed out of school, I realized I had forgotten my history book. I told Chloe and Dylan to keep going as I rushed back in.
Our school, Whitevale High, looked like any other high school. The only differences were that we did subjects like magic alchemy, magic history, magical defense class on top of usual subjects like Maths, Science and English.
We also had boards with the names of the most accomplished witches and warlocks that ever studied at Whitevale along the locker area, which I ran past on my way in.
After picking up my book, I began to rush out of the school. I must not have been paying attention to where I was going because in less than a minute, I accidentally crashed into someone. I fell onto my rump ( in a very ungraceful manner of course ) and
my book skidded along the floor.
"I'm so sorry..." I apologized, getting up as quickly as I could. I looked up to see who the victim of my clumsiness was and I saw no one. I frowned and scanned my surroundings.
"I think you dropped this." A voice came from behind me. I jumped in surprise, and turned. Only to see a boy with brown hair and stunning green eyes smirking at me and holding my history book. "Scared you?" He teased. "You've got to be more careful there, clumsy feet."
I looked at him looks at him pointedly, " I was not scared, thank you very much." I said as I grabbed my book from his hands.
"Seemed like you were, clumsy feet" He replied amusingly.
"I do have a name you know!"
"Oh, I had no idea you did, care to share?" His voice dripping with sarcasm. This boy was getting on my nerves.
"It's Clare. Clare Frost" I answered coldly.
"Michael, Michael Collins. I just moved here yesterday." It then struck me that I hadn't seen his face anywhere in school before. If he's just moved to Whitevale....
"What are you? Fey, Warlock, Wizard? "
" Warlock, in training of course. You?"
"Witch, in training. Element?"
"Fire." Michael answered. Well that's ironic. "You?"
"Ice." I replied. "And I can freeze off that smirk off your face anytime."
"Good to know." Michael replied, grinning. "See you around Clare Frost." With that, he walked the other way, leaving me to stand alone on the pathway clutching my book tight. Annoying jerk. I thought, and made my way back home.
A/N
Hey y'all, just one more chapter of introductions to go. Note, photo above is what Michael looks like. Thank u so much for sticking with me:)))
-Clarice Ang LH
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Clare Frost and the Witch Hunt ( Book 1 )
FantasyClare Frost is a 15 year old witch in training. She lives in a hidden town called Whitevale, with her Aunt Rosetta. Due to the large amount of magic the Coven used to conceal it, Whitevale acts as a safe haven for all witches, warlocks and fairy fo...
