How terrible is it
To love something that
death Can touch
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This place wanted her dead for sure
But it wasn't any different up there.
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Frisk pov Frisk..... Frisk...
"Frisk!" I open my eyes quickly, surprised by the voice "frisky dear, can you NOT! Sleep on my lecture again?, i saw you day dreaming and the next thing i know you're snoring." Mrs althea retorted with a scorned expression
"S-sorry, haven't got enough time to sleep"
"If you keep on sleeping at every subject, you wouldn't be accepted by Lucifer himself, and you shall not pledge your soul, and-"
"I will be burn at the grand hall of Salem, i know i know, you told me that a thousand time" i cut her lazily, trying to shut my eyes again, Mrs althea just shook her head in annoyance,
"you are a disgrace to this academy you may not join us at our dinner tonight, now go home." Now this, this is what i need
I nod nervously before standing up and balancing my body Raising my hand and swift it slowly, and now everything on my desk vanished, "teleporting your books when it's just an inch away from you? How lazy can you get, you lazy pig" Now i can hear the laughter and the whisper from my classmates, oh for god sakes why does she hated me so much.
I don't intend to actually sold my soul....it just taken my freedom away...and im sure no one actually want those but we have to anyway. my mother didn't pledge her soul since she never trust those they called satan, and by that she is burn at the stake the day after she gave birth to me, she's the strongest woman i know. Though i never met her but from the story my father told me i know she's strong and very confident and a great dancer too, her death are a secret, nobody knows who my mother is, if anyone ask who is my mother and where she is Father told me to just use some fake name And tell them that she dies from giving birth I know father don't want people to look at me differently, a daughter of a mother who isn't a witch.
I step out of the door when suddenly my whole body stiffened Of course the usual spell to hold people who just tries to go home like she told me to do.
"Not so fast young lady" I sigh heavily, I've had enough of her bullshit. "what is it now?" I reply trying to keep my tone down "How can You not care about your future? look at your father a successful wizard that help people" I stay silent, its true though i can never ever be like father, he's kind, strong, and very clever He always gives stuff for me from when he travels around the world to do his job, or when just by happen pass a store and saw something that catch his eyes.
Again i could hear people whispering, talking about me. I sigh giving her a small nod No, I don't really care honestly "go to the detention room...number 10." She said sternly as she releases her spell from me, the whisper stops My eyes widen in fear as i gulps
