What the Spell

Prologue

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“Happy Birthday!” cheered my friends in unison as I walked into the kitchen. I screamed, throwing my purse at the first person I was, which happened to be Phoebe. “OWCH!” she screamed, and I just stood there breathing deeply, adrenaline from the fear rushing through my body.

My name is Taylor Savage, and it was (obviously) my birthday; I was turning eighteen, and getting ready to go to college. Senior year had finally ended, and my friends and I had all made plans to go to the same college and share a dorm room together. I was planning on becoming a therapist by day, and getting drunk and partying by night.

I am very short, which I hate getting teased for, especially since none of my friends are short. Although I’m short, I have a pretty nice figure. I am skinny, but not one of those zero-curves skinny girls. I have a D boobs, almost a DD but not exactly, and my best feature is probably my ass. I have long, dark, chocolate brown hair that is in wavy layers. My eyes are actually a violet color, which is very strange. Mom had thought it would go away as I got older, but it stayed with me. I had very full lips, and a nice heart-shaped face.

“You almost gave me a heart attack!” I laughed, smacking her playfully.

Phoebe grinned. “Don’t do that, my love. I can’t live without you!” I laughed at her before I hugged her tightly.

Phoebe was not only my friend, but more like a sister. I had to admit that she was probably the closest to me out of all the other girls. She was a medium height, around three or four inches taller than me. She had very long hair that went to her knees, and it was a bright ginger color. She had freckles everywhere, which she hated, but I loved. Her hair was wildly curly, which she hated but I also loved. She had the best figure out of all of us, and she had DD boobs that guys chased her for, but her butt wasn’t as good as mine… ha! Her eyes were a dark gray, and I couldn’t live without her.

“Come on, I need some cake,” complained Erin, and I laughed. She was the funniest of us, and I couldn’t go a day without one of her perverted or funny jokes.

She was very tall, around ten inches taller than me. She was very thin, and didn’t have a lot of curves; but, because she was so thin, her B boobs looked large in comparison to her smaller build. Her hair was a straight blonde, and went a little past her shoulders. Her eyes were a bright green, but her bangs often fell into her eyes.

“She’s been complaining about it for hours,” laughed Scarlett, elbowing her in the ribs. Erin didn’t say anything, just stuck her tongue out. Scarlett rolled her eyes, and when my mom’s back was turned, Scarlett jut flipped her off.

Scarlett was the newest member of our little clique. She had been very emo when we first met her, but we kind of converted her. Now, she looked a lot better. She was an inch taller than Phoebe, and they loved to argue over who was taller; currently, Scarlett was taller, but that would probably change soon. She had long, black hair that I was always jealous of, and bright blue eyes that seemed to stare into your soul when she talked to you. She was a very deep person, as she had been through a lot of death and depression in her life; it just made me respect her more. She had around C-sized boobs, and was probably the sluttiest of the group, flaunting her body whenever she could. I had to admit, she had loosened up my bra straps a little bit, and I was actually thankful.