I sat on the couch, too grief stricken to move. Brian sat beside me, his arm around my shoulders, my head on his shoulder. I was too shocked to even notice the little loving gesture. Brooke sat on my right, stroking my arm and whispering to herself. Since there was no more room on the couch, Taylor and Autumn sat on the floor by my feet. It was Monday, the day after the police officer had told me the news. The funeral was in a couple of hours. I didn't want to go. My grandma said I had to, to show respect. She was moving in with me for a little while, until we decided what I was going to do. I stared at the wall in front of me, not really seeing anything. The police had said that my parents had gotten in a car wreck on their way home. The crash killed them instantly. I had cried all day and all night, so now my eyes refused to produce any wetness. I couldn't really think, eat, talk, or live. I was basically a zombie. A dead corpse walking around with no emotion. The only thing that ran through my head was parents=dead, parents=dead, parents=dead.
We didn't have school today. It was spring break. I wouldn't have gone anyways. School is for people who care. I don't care. "Katie, you need to get ready for the....." Brooke couldn't finish her sentence. She was most likely afraid that I would bust into tears at the word funeral. I nodded, not having it in me to fight. She got up and helped me up, then dragged me to my room. She pulled down a black dress that my grandma had bought me for the...occasion from a hanger in my closet. She sat it on my bed, then turned to stare at me. "I know that right now, you don't want to hear anyone feeling sorry for you, or trying to comfort you. Since I'm your friend, I won't do that. But Katie, I'm your best friend, and I want you to be okay. I don't mean for this to sound harsh, but.....they died, not you. So please, become the Katie I know and love," She said, grabbing my shoulders. I looked past her shoulder at my wall, not showing emotion.
When I didn't answer, her hands slipped from my shoulders and dropped to her sides. "Fine," She said and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Suddenly, I became angry. I picked up my hair brush and threw at the wall. It hit it hard, bouncing off onto the floor. I braced myself on my dresser and looked at my reflection. My irises were red. Surprise overtook me, and suddenly they turned back to blue, but they were a brighter blue then mine was. Hmmmm......I thought about my parents again, and instantly became depressed, once more. I watched as my irises became grey. What the.....? A thought came to me. What if my eyes changed color according to my mood? After all, I was a witch.....but wait. If I'm a witch, that means that maybe I could use my powers to bring my parents back to life. Alara did say I was more powerful then the average witch. Happiness sparked up inside of me. I watched in awe as my irises turned a deep, rich blue. I could bring them back at the funeral! Wait, people will be watching......I could do it after the funeral, when I'm alone in my room.
Yeah, that's it! I was happy. I had complete confidence in myself that I could bring them back. Nothing could stop me.
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After the funeral, I sat with my grandma at the dining room table, trying to think of an excuse to go up to my room. She noticed my anxious and almost cheery mood and looked at me. "What are you so happy about?" She snapped. I glanced at her. I knew she was grieving over the loss of her son and daughter-in-law, so I ignored her angry attitude. "Nothing," I replied. A weird look crossed her face, and suddenly, she grabbed my wrist. "Hey, what are you...." I trailed off. I watched as her irises turned white. Just like mine did. Suddenly, she snapped out of it, dropping my hand. "Katie.....what have you gotten yourself into?" She said, looking at me. I couldn't speak. I would scream if I tried. I knew one thing. My grandma was a witch.
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A/N Sooooooo, a lot happened in the last two chapters and much more will happen. I plan on uploading everyday this week, possibly twice a day if possible. My computer is messing up and being stupid, so if you guys are commenting and I don't write something back to you, then that means I can't see it. But PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE comment, become a fan, and vote! I love you all so much!!!!! Now if you will excuse me, I must go crisize a chair and tell it to get a life. 0_0
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The Witch Prophecy
Teen FictionKatie Wilson is a tomboy. She plays airsoft, rides four-wheelers, and is an xbox addict. She is pretty, though, and has a boyfriend every now and again, but most of the time at school, she's a nobody. The kind of person someone knows as, "Hey, your...