Witch Chronicles

Chapter-3 Best Friends?

Picture of Elliot above.^

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Aiden's POV

"Aiden, I need you to go pick up your school uniform." My mother called from somewhere inside the still unfamiliar house and I assumed it was from the kitchen.

"My uniform?" I furrowed my eyebrows, peeking over the couch to take a glance at the archway that was the entrance of the living room.

I was currently sitting- well more like sprawled out on our older, beat up couch. It was a faded green colour with a terrible design on it. It was so old that I didn't know what it was and I was sure even mother wouldn't have a clue.

There was this hope inside me that someday my mother would buy a new one and dump this ancient thing. I mean, it didn't need to be anything expansively fancy. My eyes darted to her dark brown hair that appeared from underneath the archway.

"Yes, your new school called to say that your uniform was ready for you to pick up." She dried her hands with her yellow, floral hand towel she had brought with her.

"Me? I don't even know where the school is." I looked back down at my plain T-shirt, my neck beginning to ache from sitting up.

My mother came around the couch and put her colourful hand towel on the wooden coffee table. I watched as her fingers sorted out various items to one side of the table. My patience started to fade away by the second, she was stalling by moving the items around pointlessly.

She looked at me and rolled her hazel eyes when she noticed my awkward lying position. What can I say? It's not like we had company over. There was no point for me to put effort into sitting lady-like.

She looked expectantly at me, one of her eyes twitching. I groaned and sat up, stretching my arms. My back propped a few times as well, the pressure releasing instantly. Maybe I had been relaxing on the couch too long.

"I can give you the address, I'm sure it won't be hard to find." My mother smiled at me, dismissing the fact that I had an absolute horrible sense of direction.

I began to protest, but yo no avail did it work. "But mother-"

"No buts. I have to run to my new work place to get the transfer papers signed." She stood up abandoning the coffee table items.

Now that I studied her closely, she was indeed wearing her work attire. She kept it rather neat, and rather professional looking. A bright blue buttoned down shirt with a black skirt and a black blazer. After all, her life motto was 'DRESS TO IMPRESS'.

She turned away from the couch and started to walk away. Our first day in the new town and she's already leaving me to run to her workplace. I felt abandoned actually.

Wait, If she's going to work then how am I supposed to find the school?

"Are you taking your car?" I jumped up a bit too quickly, black spots suddenly entering my vision.

I heard a chuckle and her continued footsteps towards the archway. The black spots disappeared as I watched my mother put one of her hands on the wall. She glanced back at me, no sign of sympathy. How can she be so cruel?