Breaking Into Her Thoughts

-lola-

I felt so guilty, I had just opened a brand new can of worms with my sister and she could potentially hate me for the rest of our lives. I mean, I told her I was a witch. A huge chapter in my life, possibly for nothing. "I did it for you, for us." I told Violet.

"For us, Lola? For me, Lola? For yourself, Lola. Lola, I have tried getting the 100 percent truth, millions of times. But you gave me a huge lie! You should've told me, I could've helped you!" She yelled back.

"Violet, what? You would've helped me?" I continued. "Then why are you like, freaking out about it?" 

"Because, I knew something was up. And we tell everything to each other. I mean, you know every single thing, about me. Why can't I to you?" She asked, cooling down. 

"I didn't know. The council of Wicca are a huge deal, and their rules are pretty hard on us. We need to follow all their rules they make. And you have to be age of thirteen to know, unless born into it. It's a choice, but most families who are Wiccan, they are born into it. I wasn't. I was ready for it, I wanted to have children, devoting their life to Wiccan life," I replied. 

"I understand. So why tell me?" she said.

"Because," I said grabbing my backpack. I got out a velvet black robe with a small white star in a plastic wrap for clothes. "I wanted to get you some stuff." I gave her the robe. 

"I don't understand?" She asked, grabbing the robe. 

"Do you, Violet Jane Blackwell, accept the offer of joining my coven, to be a Witch?" I asked in a serious voice. I could tell she was making a pros and cons list in her head.

"I do." she said. "I accept, I want to be in your coven."

"Good. Now, we have some training to do." I said, smiling big.

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sorry for this short chapter, I didn't know what I should add from Lola's p.o.v.! BTW Violet and Lola are NOT emo, but along the lines of Emo Girlish Teenagers. Artistic Teenagers.