Coven

Cooper

I walked with Jasmine down the long, perfectly straight dirt road leading to the giant mansion in the distance that had become my home. I was new to the coven, and there were no other guys anywhere. I guess witches were never dudes before, and all of the other girls thought I broke the universe when they found out I had magic. I haven't met any other girls in the coven except Jasmine, and I may not want to. Jasmine had been nice to me, and she's good looking.

"So when did you find out" she asked

"Find out what"

"Find out you were a witch. That you had powers" she replied with an asking tone.

"Well these guys in the locker room were pissing me off. One kid in particular. I got really mad and just looked at him. He started to twitch, and he had a really bad seizure. He ended up having to go to the Hospital, and I knew that somehow it was my fault."

I felt kind of weird telling that story but I guess it was what she wanted to hear, because she just said "oh" and kept walking. Maybe everyone found out in horribly gruesome ways.

"Well I found out when I was working a lemonade stand as a little girl. I had made the lemonade myself. One little boy had been a real ass to me. He said I was charging to much for a glass of lemonade. I ended up having to give him a discount. It was so scary. He took one drink, turned purple, and fell over dead. Later the lemonade in his cup was tested, and apparently contained traces of potassium cyanide."

"So you can poison stuff with your mind?" I'm amazed by her gift.

"As far as I know that's my gift. I've been trying to make it stronger."

We get halfway up the track when she pulls her long, dark hair into a ponytail.

"Start running" she says like I should have known to.

"Why" comes out event though I already started to jog.

"At 7:30 the doors to the house lock so we need to hurry"

She gets out before she pulls ahead of me. I always had been bad at running so I lag behind most of the way. I could smell her perfume as I ran behind her. Jasmine. How fitting. I wasn't exactly sure where she was from, but she looked like she was Hispanic, and some sort of Polynesian maybe. A mix I had never seen before. We reach the house after running close to a quarter of a mile. We stood on the doorstep of the house, struggling for breath. Jasmine pulled a large skeleton key out of her back pocket. It was the size of her palm, and covered in tribal looking carvings. She proceeded to unlock the 20 foot tall oak doors, letting us in to the foreboding mansion. This would be only the second time I've been in the mansion today, so I didn't know anything about the curfews and stuff. Jasmine led me by the hand into the main room where I sat earlier today.