Chapter 1 - Magic School

709 16 5
                                    

Patiance's POV

First day back at magic school and I can't wait till this year is over already, I just received my time table and I got the worst teachers imaginable. Firstly for potions I got Mr Widgetar who talks on and on about the good old days, like we care what that gnome did 400years ago or whenever. Oh and don't even get me started on Miss Trummer that ugly Gypsie, she's not even magical, Leo my uncle and school principle who is also mortal is good friends with her and so he made her a teacher to teaches us about living in the non-magical world.

What is there really to know that they get to live normal lives not having to worry about your family being attacked, having a boyfriend which understands, 'huh' that would be a dream come true.

I start thinking about all the possible boys in my grade which are hot enough to be my boyfriend cause there is no way I am going to go out with some magic dork. As I think about this intently I feel someone poking me from behind me, as I come out of my train of thought and back to reality I turn around to find my dad standing behind which gives me a fright.

He frightens me so much that he makes me fall straight off my bed onto the floor; he quickly tries to help me up. When I regain my composer I yell at him "what the hell are you doing here? Haven't you heard of knocking", he looks at me stunned and has a smirk on his face and I knew he wanted to laugh.

As he starts to open his mouth to say something I shout before he can say a word "do you think this is funny and you wonder why I don't", I hesitate to say any more and shyly move to a chair in front of my table and mirror.

He soon follows and places his hand on the back of my chair, he looks at me in the mirror but I quickly turn my head to the side running my fingers through my hair, I can't stand to look at him right now.

"Patiance is there something wrong, speak to me what were you saying" he says as he bends down to become in sync with my eye level. I slowly turn my head back to the mirror to see him starring right at me, as soon as I meet his eyes I turn quickly back to the side. Why can't I just tell him the truth, he puts his hand on my shoulder to try and comfort me, he's a good dad but I'm just not the best daughter.

I eventually look back into the mirror to see dad still looking at me, this time I just stare, as I stare into his eyes I see concern and worry in his eyes and I can hear his thoughts 'I just want her to be open and honest with me so I can at least try and help her'.

After hearing what he wanted I just didn't know what to say, because telling him that I don't want to do this anymore, be who he and mum think I'm meant to be, the good responsible and innocent little girl they once knew, will break their heart. I quickly push him out of my bedroom door then run back to my bed and slam my face into the pillow. Though he doesn't think I know he's still standing outside my door all I can hear is him breathing loudly and thinking "Why won't she talk to me?"

Eventually he knocks on the door and starts talking through the door without even waiting for my reply, "Patty please tell me why you don't feel that you can talk to me or tell me what's wrong and why you think it will break my heart when it's actually breaking yours?" I quickly turn over with tears streaming down my cheek.

A bit confused how he could know that and then I realised he used his powers to pry on what I am feeling or what my heart is feeling. I can't believe he did that, it's not fair I just lose it and snap at him "dad you really want to know what is bothering me, you and mum and, and". I stutter for a minute with him looking shocked, but I am still mad and I don't know how much longer I can hold it in.

I rush over and grab a hair brush and a hair band out of the drawer to distract me and as soon as I close it, dad has a weird look on his face and starts to open the drawer and I knew what he was going to find. "What is this" he says as he holds up a little blue potion bottle I refuse to answer, I can see he is angry but he will just get angrier when he finds out the contents.

My tears start up again he opens the bottle lid and smells the ingredients and looks into the lid and finds a small note. He slowly opens the note and reads what it says, I try to take it off him but it was too late, he had already read it and he knew what I wanted to say.

As he sits on one side of the bed thinking I decide to see what he is thinking about so I listen to his thoughts again, because he had gone quiet, and I knew it wouldn't be good. 'How could she feel like this, why didn't she talk to her mother or myself, I don't believe she would do this, what am I going to do'. I can't believe with all the powers of telling how one is feeling he couldn't feel this, I stand up go to leave the room but am stopped. "Where are you going, don't you know what you were going to do".

That's it I'm sick of this if he wants to know the truth fine, "you want to know why, why I want to relinquish my powers, why I don't want people in my family in danger all the time and having to be responsible for others or wanting to just live a normal life and knowing that I could finally be able to be who I want to be, not who everyone expects me to be".

I quickly open the door but before I leave he shouts back at me "You know if you did this you wouldn't be able to get them back and you would never be able to see Paige or I again". I slowly walk backwards to see his face and say softly and sadly "Paige is the only reason why I haven't done this yet" as I look at him I can see the disappointment in his eyes, it's not easy knowing that look on his face is because of you, that you're a disappointment to your parents but I couldn't really care at the moment. So shut the door and go down the stairs and out the front door.

__________________________________________________

-----------------------------------------------------------------

Next Chapter will be out soon please comment and vote

Thanx Random_Rainbow

Charmed The Next Generation (On Hold)Where stories live. Discover now