Chapter 11: The Legend

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As I screamed for Help, Naomi, ran into the shed then grabbed a ladder. She placed it right near my window to my room, the one where I was. She quickly climbed the ladder and grabbed my arms as she pulled as hard as she can. I kept trying to kick her mother but she kept moving away from it. I then saw this belt on my desk.
"Let go" I said.
"No I can't! She hurt you!" She yelled.
"JUST LET GO!" As the sweat built up in my hand, her hand slip and let go off mine. I then grab the belt then hit her mothers arm with it. She screamed as she fell to the floor, her skin started to get a rash then a jump out the window shut it behind me as I climbed down the ladder quickly.
"Quick, lets go!" I yelled grabbing Naomi's hand and running to a safe place. But where would the safe place be? The library! Who would go to the library at this time? No one! That's why it's a good place!

A couple of minutes pass and we are at the library. We walk in quickly but quietly, since it is a library.
"Hey, does your mother have an allergy to something?" I asked Naomi.
"Yeah, shes allergic to fake reptile skin. Why?".
"Oh because when I hit your mother with my belt, not hard, she started to rash up" I looked down at her as she looks back up at me.
"Oh and she said she can apparently "read my mine". Is that true?" I added.
"Well, she used to be a psychic. But I don't know how she will be able to read your mind that quickly." She explained.
"Hmm, she sounds like that legend about the Psychic Witch..." I looked at her in an mysterious way.
"Noo, she can't be---".
"Oh yes she can"I smirked.
"But they say that she died 500 years ago?" She looked at me with confusion in her eyes.
"Well people say that someone revived her, not that long ago. About 37 years ago or something" I explained with a smirk.
"My mother is 37....but that can't mean she's the witch?".
"Yes it does mean she could be the witch. Because when you revive a witch, they become babies again and grow up like a normal looking human. The Psychic witch was allergic to fake reptile skin and can read minds quite quickly and easily." I explained as I grabbed a book from the supernatural shelf and look at it. It was The Psychic Witch Book, what a coincidence. It says
"The signs of a The Psychic Witch is that shes allergic to Fake reptile skin and can read your so called mind"

"Look at this" I give Naomi the book and she looks surprised.
"H-How can this be?" She said looking at me.
"Someone must of revived her" I replied.
"Hey, take a look at this!" She handed me the book and I read
"The person who revives this Witch has to be a female. It has to be female since females are the gender that can reproduce."
"Hmm, is your mother the only child?" I asked look at her.
"Y-yeah, she was the only child raised by a single mother..." she replied looking down.
"That's it, your mother is the Psychic Witch!" I yelled.
"Shhhhh..." whispered the librarian.
"Sorry..." I whispered back as she gave me a dirty look and walked off.
"And that means....".
"Your the offspring. You're a witch, Literally" I laughed quietly.
"How could I not of known this?" Naomi sat down looking at her feet.
"You know how much power you have?" I looked at her with a evil look.
"I'm not doing anything illegal!" She glared at me with this powerful look.
"Speaking about illegal, how about we tell the police about this?" I asked.
"Are you kidding me?!? They will burn me at the stake!" She whisper-yelled.
"No, not about that! About how your mother is chasing us and trying to kill us." I replied.
"Ohhh yeah, we should!" She smiled and jumped up on her feet. We walked out of the library and quickly ran to the police station.

Thank you for reading Chapter 11: The Legend . I'm sorry it took so long, I was just very sick and needed time off. But anyway, thank you for reading my story! I really appreciate people like you 😘
Just thank you for being there even when I didn't upload often. Okay enough of the cheesy thank you's 😂 we'll see you little sea creatures soon 😘😜

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