Sisterly Hate

Chapter 1

"Fear is a very tricky thing." The teacher cooed. "FDR once said 'the only thing we have to fear is fear itself'. But whenever a fear pops, we are automatically afraid. We'll try to outrun fear, but that doesn't always work. Sometimes, the only way to deal with fear is to face it." This lesson reminded me of my sister. Several months ago, she sent me a letter saying she was coming back. This was back at the end of May. It was September now and nothing has come of it. Most people would love their sister's return, not me. My sister ran away over two years ago. She wanted to run away from our curse. When both of us are 18, one will be killed for her magic, since we're witches. Now my sister believes she can kill me to stop it. So the sooner she returns, the sooner I'll have to fight her.

"Chels?" My boyfriend, Leo, broke into my thoughts.

"Sorry, what?"

"Class is over." I looked around to find every chair empty. We were in history class. It was the beginning of our 11th grade year. I followed him out of the room.  My friends, Margaret Rothsten and Veronica Dwyer joined us. They still looked uncomfortable around Leo. They've always hated him. My friends started talking with Leo and my mind drifted to my sister again. She also said in the letter two people in my life didn't care about either of us. Where the people my friends? The thought of my friends hating me freaked me out.

"Chelsey." My head shot up. Leo stared at me. "You're zoning out again."

"Sorry."

After school, Leo and I went to the preschool's playground. We've hung out there a lot, practicing magic or just talking.

"You seem distracted today. Is it because of Tiffany?" He asked.

"Yes. All I think about is that stupid curse and how she is going to pop up into my life again." Leo knew about the curse and my sister because he was magical too. He was a werewolf.

"Don't worry. We'll figure this out." He smiled and set down his backpack. I pulled out the spell book and started searching through the pages. The words were all in Latin. Most witches understood Latin. I found one and read it out loud.

"Aedificationis igni devorabitur." We looked around.

"It didn't do anything." Leo whispered. Suddenly, the preschool exploded with flames. I must have set it on fire. "We have to get out of here." Leo and I grabbed our backpacks and ran away from the building, knowing the police would be there soon. One detective in particular.