The fire inside

Chapter 1

Hi, my name is Ella. I am 19. I have short curly dark brown hair, an average body type and height. I am the only child of a single mother. I'm pretty normal, other than my eyes. They are bright purple. I just though it was a weird genetic defect, because all of the women in my family have purple eyes. But last year I found out how wrong I was.

It was my 18th birthday party and I was having a great time. The music was loud and everyone was dancing. then a slow song came on and the cutest boy in school asked me to dance. Then at 10:33 pm, the exact time I was born, I started to feel weird and my hands started to glow. Everyone freaked out and left. I panicked and asked my mother what was going on. She handed me a suitcase that I hadn't known she packed.

"I'll explain when we get to grandma's house," she said.

"Why are we going to grandma's?" I asked, getting more and more concerned.

"Don't worry about it right now," she said. "We have to hurry though."

I got into the car and bit my lip all the way to her house. My grandmother lives on the outskirts of town, in the woods. When we finally arrived, she was already outside waiting for us. I got out and she came over and hugged my mother and me.

"It's nice to see you my dear," she said to me. "I just wish it were under different circumstances than these."

I looked at her questioningly and asked "what do you mean, grandma?"

"We have something to tell you, Ella," my mother said.

"My dear," my grandmother said. "You are a witch."

I stood there in shock. "Please tell me you're playing a joke," I said.

They both shook they're heads. I backed up to the car and leaned against it for support. I saw my mother and grandmother looking at me concerned and talking to me but I couldn't hear them over the ringing in my ears. Then my vision went black.

The next thing I know, I'm waking up in my designated room at grandma's house. I looked around and spotted my grandmother sitting in her rocking chair across the room.

"Grandma?" I asked. "Please tell me I just had a bad dream."

"I'm sorry, my dear," she said "it was no dream."

I sighed. "So, I'm really a witch?"

"Yes, my dear." She smiled. "But there is an up side to all of this."

"What is that?"

"Once you learn to control your powers, you will get your old life back."

I shook my head. "No I won't. I will never have my old life back. Not after what all my friends saw."

She got out of her chair, walked over to me and sat next to me. "I'm sorry, my dear." She hugged me tightly. "If I could change what we are, I would."

I hugged her back then realized "How will I learn to control my power?"

"Training, my dear. Like all things, you need practice." She kissed my forehead and walked toward the door. As she reached for the nob she said "We can start when you're ready. Your mother and I will be waiting down stairs for you." Then she left the room.

I got up and got dressed. I was nervous about the things I would learn. So many questions were running through my head. Am I going to learn to turn someone into a frog? Am I going to hurt my mom or grandma by accident? Am I going to want to be like all the witches from the fairy tales? Just a bunch of silly, irrelevant questions that made no sense. After I was ready for the day I went down to start my new life.