Humans and Witches

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I could not get a wink of sleep that night. Every time I tried dozing off, those piercing eyes of the councilmen would be staring back at me. Then I would jolt back awake, thinking I was still back at there. Was this one of their powers too? Interfering with people's dreams and tormenting them with sleepless nights?

I sighed grumpily and huffed while throwing aside my blanket and rolled lazily across my bed and peered at my bedside clock. '5:18AM', it read. I decided to get up and get ready for school instead. I got out of bed and put on my bunny slippers. Without turning on the lights, I made my way to the bathroom and somehow managed to bump into every single thing on my way there. I reached the bathroom with a throbbing little toe and a bruised forehead. Which confirmed that being a ninja was not on my list of talents.

After the refreshing bath with ice cold water, I got dressed for school. I took what i first laid my hands on. After throwing on my outfit, I realized I had grabbed a grey sweat shirt with the words 'Math is awesome' printed across the front and a pair of black skinny jeans. I am pretty sure this sweat shirt isn't mine, as it was quite big, and then i remembered that this sweat shirt belongs to Joey. He left it here that night he stayed over after playing Call of Duty till the wee hours. I took a deep breath, taking in the smell. Although it was washed, it still smelt of Joey's cologne. I smiled and then i remembered what happened yesterday. Where did Joey went? Did he go home? I decided to ask him later when I reached school.

I slung my bag over my back, and tip toed my way out of my room, trying not to wake my mother up. When I reached the stairs, I realized the kitchen light was on. Who is in the kitchen at 5 in the morning, I thought. I took a vase that was at the side of the stairs and made my way down slowly trying to not make a sound. I successfully reached the bottom without making even a squeak. I mentally did a little celebratory dance, congratulated myself and then peeked around the corner and see who was it.

I saw my mum holding a steaming cup of coffee in between her hands and seemed to be deep in thought. I approached her and set the vase down on the kitchen counter. "Mum?" I woke her out of her daze.

She snapped her head up. "Leslie? What are you doing up so early? School doesn't start till 8, am I right?", she asked, shocked.

"Yeah, but I could not sleep so I thought I might as well start getting ready for school. Anyway, what are you doing up so early too?" I questioned.

"I couldn't sleep either. Leslie, did something happen yesterday? I did not see you coming home through the door and I waited for you till i fell asleep. When i woke up around 1, I went to check your room and you were there. I was sure that you didn't enter through the door or I would've heard it. Is there something you need to tell me?" My mother asked, raising both her eyebrows to further make her point.

I internally debated whether to tell her or not, and finally one side won with the fact that my mother knew more about the parallel world of witches. I started with telling her about inviting Joey over. Her eyes twinkled with a mischievous look but did not comment on it. I continued with meeting Archibald Weather, the stinky bat, the councilmen stalking me and asking me to join their club of some sorts and then finally ending with their promise of finding me again on my sixteenth birthday. This reminds me that I had exactly one month left till my sixteenth birthday.

My mother paused for a moment, taking it all in. Then she looked up, recognition in her eyes. "Ahh, do you by any chance mean the witches guild with those fancy pants councilmen?"

I chuckled at how my mother described them as and nodded, answering her question.

A sorrowful look took over her face as she said,"The guild wanted your father to join them as well. A gifted witch he was, your father. And he was very handsome too," my mother's lips tilted into a small smile as she remembered about my father.

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