The Baby Witch

Chapter 2.

My face goes pale. How could she tell my biggest secret, I wasn't ready to tell them yet. Their faces were blank for a split second. Poppa raised his eyebrows and was about to speak til Nana cut him off. "Do you remember my sister Judy she's also a witch, she's also in a coven." my eyebrows raise at this comment and a smile spreads across my face

I remember the last time I saw her she gave me my first cooking book. She must be a kitchen witch since I realised that I am a baby witch I wanted to find out all out the different types of witches. I recalled reading an article online in the very very early stages of my discovery and how I left a comment saying I have a feeling that I am a hereditary witch. I explained how I thought my mum's side of the family may have been witches that have suppressed their powers and haven't been able to practice due to the witch trials in Europe. Little did I know that it was on the other side of the family tree that I get my powers from.

Nana explains to me everyone in my family that have gifts. She explains that my family has 4 types of psychic abilities they can be born with. Prophecy, the Sense or Empathy, Hearing and the Knowing. She explains that Nana Rosa was a prophet and how my aunt is also a prophet and how my dad and she both have the sense. I told her that I feel like that I may have the gift of Sense but I've also had prophetic dreams and have had moments of the Knowing.

I told her in a book I own it explains the 6 psychic gifts someone can have, I go grab the white witch guide that I bought from the shop. I swear I'm at that shop more than I am at my house and don't even get me started on the fact that I will never have money due to the fact that I am constantly adding to my stone and crystal collection. As I hand her the book she reads the title and looks me in the eye and says "as long as you are a light witch." I am a little flustered by her comment but I'm also a little shocked she would think that I would darker. "Of course!"

I recall the articles and videos I've read and watched talking about the how first of all the term white witch meaning good and pure and black witch meaning dark and dangerous is derived from racism and how the craft isn't truly one light or dark in other words but instead gray. I snap out my thought and show my nana to page I was talking about before describing psychic gifts. After reading this she goes to the numerology section and tells me about it and we work out mine I got number 5.

Poppa and mum walk into the lounge room, I didn't even realise that they had left. I look up on my phone palmistry to show them a sign that you could be a powerful witch or psychic I explained that I have multiple on both hands and how I have traveler's lines and the healer's mark. I look at everyone's hand trying to detect any lines in the dim lighting of the lamp in the corner of the room. Somehow down the line, we started to talk about what we would do tomorrow and the rest of the week. All of a sudden I remember that I have to return back to the horrible prison of education when the happiness you feel is when you get out of class and see your friends or leave. Not going to lie these holidays I've been pretty antisocial, the only thing I really did was watch Netflix and eat an obscene amount of food and occasionally go down to the park to tear up because of how beautiful it is. So I'm actually really excited to see my amazing friends.

After discussing that maybe I'd be able to take a day off to spend time with them they left to go to their hotel and I start my nightly routine. I take off my makeup, wash my face, brush my teeth, tie my hair in a bun and fill up my bedside drink bottle. I usually either watch a show, youtube or scroll through my phone before I sleep. I've read all the side effects of having your phone on before you sleep and how you should turn off all devices and everything but I can't be bothered. To be honest, most nights I just read on my phone and that's what gets me in trouble because I can't stop reading chapter after chapter they are the nights I go to sleep at 2 to 3 am the worst was on a school night at my Australian grandparents' house. I was reading a cute fanfic of my otp, bellarke, the ship is a slow burn enemies to lovers kind thing but they aren't canon yet. I was in the most uncomfortable position basically dangling off the bed to keep my phone on the ridiculously short charger cord connected to my phone id watch as the clock on the other side of the room would it got to 4 am on a school night for me to put my phone down. I got woken up 3 hours later and went to school, I was the literal walking dead.

I open up Instagram to tell one of my closest friends all the new information I had learned tonight. I click on the message @zali.sherieff.

'OMFG, you won't believe what I found out tonight!!!'

Zali was the first person i ever told that I was a witch, before I could tell her the words "I'm a baby witch" she says in the middle of maths class "don't tell me you're an alien?!?" with this comment I couldn't contain my laughter and it is still one of our inside jokes today.

' what is it?' she replies in seconds

'I found out that my dad's side of the family are witches and psychics!!!!!!' I'm pretty sure Zali could probably imagine me jumping up and down in excitement.

'You're kidding me?!'

' and that my whole family has gifts and that my great aunt is a witch and in a coven!'

'That is so cool!'

'And also my Nana knows all about it and was in a group of friends but she isn't a witch.'

'This is seriously so cool'

'Ikr?!'

We continued talking about it and other stuff I had learned about my ancestors tonight it wasn't until I looked at the time I until Zali and I stopped talking. We both wished each other goodnight and went to sleep.

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I woke up to the horrid sound of my alarm going off, in the movies and books the student gets woken up by the smell of fresh food being cooked or something sweet but in reality or in my low standard life that's not how it goes. Since it was the first day back to school after winter holidays I had to wake up a little earlier, I drag myself out of bed to look at my phone the time shows 6:30 am, it's too early for this shit. I'm so tempted to fall back to bed and never socialise with rest of the world and the warmth of the bed compared to the coldest I'm met with when I get up isn't helping either. But despite all the temptation I muster up all my strength and walk out of my room. As I walk thru my door I can hear the iron going off I'm guessing mum is last minute ironing my uniform, I am so not excited to wear a uniform again, it's not a bad uniform but I still don't want to wear it.

I walk into the bathroom and splash my face with cold water at the attempt to wake me up just a little more, it doesn't work much so I decide to have a shower. Turn up the hot water more than usual because this morning is a little colder than usual, I start my music like usual but lower since its 6:35 in the morning! I'm still amazed I am up at this time. I press shuffle and 'Witchy Woman' - by the Eagles play, this immediately gets my fingers snapping to the beat. I sing along to the chorus with my toothbrush in hand being used as a microphone when the beat picks up I tap my hands on my legs. The first thing I do is wash my hair, then shave my legs, wash my face, wash my body and brush my teeth. Since I don't have breakfast on weekdays I brush my teeth in the shower.

I enter my room phone in hand with music still playing I look at the time and see 25 minutes have passed, I see mum has laid my clothes on my bed. I quickly get dressed and look in the mirror I have definitely gained weight in the holidays. I put deodorant and perfume on and set myself up in the bathroom to do my makeup and hair.

{A/N}

hey guys I hope you like this chapter I left you on a cliffhanger before, as i said before there's probably heaps of errors.

im going to try and finish this book in the Australian school holidays and there will hopefully be a chapter posted everyday. <3