MAYBE.

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cindy's pov

Lunch period - November 9th, 2018.

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Jacob, Mitchell and I decided to go see Ms Robins. Jacob and I realised that she's been acting very odd recently and it's worrying us. We told Mitchell and he says that maybe she's a witch. We walk into her class. We see her. I knock on the door. "Ms Robins? Can we speak with you this period?" I ask her, waiting from the door for her to reply. "Well, can it wait for after school? I'm about to eat my lunch." She tells me. "It's urgent." Mitchell says. "Okay, come in. Sit down." We go inside her class and close the door. We sit down at the chairs in front of her desks.

"So um, Jacob and I noticed you've been acting a bit odd during class recently. Is there maybe something you want to tell us?.." 5 seconds of silence passes. "Well uh, I'm sure I can trust you three right?" She asks. "Yes, of course." We nod. "Okay so, recently, I found out that my ancestors were witches and warlocks. I wanted to see if maybe I was maybe one of them, not expecting to actually be one. So I wanted to try. My mother always had this old shelf of all these books that I now know are grimoires. I took one and tried to do something. I took a bunch of candles I had at home and sat them down all around me. I closed my eyes and focused. After about a minute, I heard something in the kitchen. Something fell." She pauses. "Oh my gosh. Mitch, you were right." I whisper and glance at Mitchell.

"And yeah, that's basically what. I'm a witch. I don't know how powerful I possibly am because that's all I've done so far witch craft." She ends. "Well now that we know you're supernatural, we can trust you with us right?" Ms Robins hesitates. "Uh, well how bad is it?" "You just need to not tell anyone so no one gets hurt." Mitchell tells her. Ms Robins nods. "Okay so, Mitch and I became vampires way more than 2 years ago. We are good friends with Jacob." Mitchell points. A fee months ago, he saw me at the park nearby this school. He came over and we talked a bit. A couple minutes later, we have hugged and I had something that was like I was going to bite him. I didn't think that would happen at all, I didn't expect that at all. The fact that we've never fed from anyone like 7 years. After that I was terrified of myself for a good few days. We did some research about his history and his bloodline and we found something." I explain. I take out my phone and show her the article we read.

"Wow. Oh my gosh." She finished reading the first part. "We kept reading and saw that there was a way to undo the spell so that we don't end up killing him." Mitchell explains. "Well uh, you guys aren't the monsters everyone thinks vampires are." Ms Robins grins a bit. Mitchell and I nod. We show her the other part of the article about undoing the spell. "Wow." "I know. But now that we've confirmed what you are, we need you to help us. Killing Jacob is a sin. Cinderella and I have killed many people in the past. Killing another will leave a trail. So can you please offer to try and undo the spell?" She hesitates. "But me killing Jacob, than you're best friend will be gone forever. Are you sure you want me to do this?" She asks worriedly. "Not necessarily. Somehow Jacob has a ring that lets him come back to life without a single scar. God knows how he ended up with it, but he's a lucky boy to have one of those." I say.

"So are you willing to help us?.." We ask her. A few seconds of silence pass, she replies. "I'll try. When shall we meet?" "After school, meet us at the front entrance!" Mitchell exclaims.

"Alright. See you guys then."

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after school

We walk out the front doors and into the parking lot to wait for Ms Robins. We see her. "Hey! Ms Robins, over here!" I yell. She runs over to us. Jacob puts his arm around me and lays his head on top of mine. "Hope this goes well..." He whispers to me. "It will, trust me." I whisper back to him. "Okay, where are we going to do this?" Ms Robins asks. "Umm... I know! Come with us. We'll go somewhere no one can see us." We all get into Mitchell's car and Mitchell starts to drive.