Willow the Witch

Chapter 4

"Meg, honey? What happened to your hair? Your eyes!" My mother gasped as she saw the change in color of my hair and the alarmingly bright tone of my eyes. She held my face in her hands and studied me very closley. 

"They're not contacts...... what happened?" I pulled away and shrugged, mumbling a light, I dunno, in reply. She only sighed and turned away grumbling to herself about teenagers these days. I went upstairs and grabbed my favorite leather jacket and my knee high boots. I walked over to my bathroom and pulled my hair into a loose ponytail, letting my bangs fall into my face, a habit that my parents hated but I didn't care. I took my Ipod and my phone with me and plugged in one headphone letting some weird pop song Celina had put on play before calling out to my mother.

"I'm going out!"

"Alright." She sighed heavily. "Be back home before 7:30." I nodded in reply and shut the door behind me. My breath became mist and I smiled, I had always loved winter. I looked up only to have a rain drop splatter onto my cheek, I flinched and kept walking down the footpath. Eventually the rain began and it pelted down onto my back, drenching my hair and clothes. I loved the smell of it on the pavement and the grass, I inhaled deeply as I walked along. The smell of fresh rain brought a sense of life to me and I felt the strangest urge to just dance around and laugh in it. I shook my head and continued walking. I saw someone in the distance and I let my bangs become a curtain, hiding my face.

"Willow? Hey it's me, Rowan from English." I looked at up Rowan. He wasn't the flashiest guy but he was nice. Brown hair, brown eyes, kind of plain looking but slightly taller than most. I blinked for a moment and stared right at him.

"What did you call me?"

"I called you....." His eye glazed over for a second but soon turned back to normal. "Huh? Funny, I can't remember. What's your name again?"

"It's...... It's... Something beginning with M?" I shook my head, that doesn't sound right. "No maybe it was W. Willow! That was it." I clicked my fingers as I said it and pointed at Rowan. He nodded and smiled.

"Anyway I better be going, cya Rowan." I waved at him and walked off feeling a little off. Had I forgotten something? Whatever it is it musn't be important, I shrugged off the feeling and kept walking until I arrived at my father's Cafe. It wasn't really a cafe, more like a computer rental store. I opened the thick glass door and the bell tinkled. I heard the familiar sounds of guys shooting eachother and my dad trying to stop them from having a fistfight. I looked at the swear jar he had and laughed at hpw full it was, it was overflowing with notes today.

"Hey dad. Harry, Patrick, Michael, Alec, James." I nodded at each of my friends. They all nodded back or mumbled a quiet hello before turning back to killing eachother with AK-47's or 'Nube Tubes.' I shuffled over to one of their screens and pressed the button for the scores. Harry glared at me as he got stabbed by James, who was a pro at sneaking up at people, and stormed off to place more money in the swear jar. I chuckled and hopped onto his chair, deciding it was time that he needed some of my elite sniper skills. I grinned as each of the guys went down one by one, I had even gotten dad once or twice. I checked the time and almost sprayed the mouthful of lemonade I had in my mouth.

"Shit!" I ran over to dad and dropped a dollar in the swear jar before racing out the door and slipping on my butt in a puddle of mud.

"Well this is just dandy!" I cried out as I tried, and failed, to get some of the brown muck off. I raced back home and checked my phone. 7:58. Damn, mum's going to kill me!

I wish I was back home where it' dry and warm. I blinked just for a second and found myself at my doorstep, I laughed. I had completely forgot about that. I opened the door and a gush of hot air hit me, I groaned and squelched into my room to take a quick shower.

"You're late." My mother huffed as I trudged downstairs.

"Yeah, so?" Wow, mistake much? Her face turned red and her hands curled into tight fists.

"GET BACK UP TO YOUR ROOM!" I sighed and blocked out the noise of her rantings as she tried to lecture me. I slammed the door and leant on it for support before falling to the ground. I knew my mum and dad had been having problems but I never thought it was this bad. I clutched my head and groaned turning on my Ipod and started listening to some mind numbing music to distract me.

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I groaned and slammed a fist down on my alarm clock, I heard a loud smash and I blinked my eyes open groggily. My fist had several pieces of the glass from the clock stuck in it and the clock itself was broken and gnarled. I flinched and picked some glass out of my hand. My mouth dropped open to see that there was no wound, no blood, no signs that anything had ever happened. I brushed away the rest of the pieces only to find the same results. I swung my legs over the side of my bed and stepped onto the floor, I tripped to find that my foot had left a very large dent in the wooden floor. What the hell?

I decided to tiptoe into my bathroom and I blinked at the unknown person in the reflection.

"Who are you?" I asked as I touched the glass lightly. The reflection opened it's mouth and to my astonishment, it replied.

"I'm another you. Well, more like you're me but..." She shrugged and her voice trailed off. I stood there, my mouth hanging wide open.

"This is not happening." I clutched my head, I'll open my eyes and wake up, this is all just dream. A very, very realistic dream.

"Oh but it is. Honestly hasn't he explained everything yet? Or have his feelings gotten in the way?" She raised an eyebrow and I felt something poke around in my head, as if they were digging for something.

"That idiot!" My reflection cried out. I looked at her and found that she had changed suddeny, her jet black hair had lightened to a chocolate brown and her eyes went from emerald green to a light blue green. I looked down at myself and saw that my hair had grown substantially longer and my skin was paler. I looked at the girl in the mirror and smiled sadly. She was me. And now i'm somebody else. My reflection looked horrified, as if she might cry.

"No, this can't happen. This is all wrong, I know I cast it right. So why?" Tears fell down her face as she faded and my own reflection returned. The one with just me. Or was it me?