Celeste

Chapter 2: Hello, Izzabella.

My headphones blared some pop music as I walk down the paved roads, Cars blasted by. My hand held my little sisters, Cynthia. She was a short ten year old with high hope's of becoming a singer/songwriter. As we walked, she sang lowly to herself. Soon, I see her bricked school. It was huge since we live in Seattle Washington. My father left my mother as soon as Cynthia was born leaving her with all the responsibilities of raising two girls. I didn't make it easy either. Being a teenage witch... well I never really listened to her. I was rebelling, thinking it was all her doing that my father was no longer in my life. When I was thirteen and Cynthia was six, I would use my magic for the worse. I would bring hell to my mother and I even killed someone. After that... I learned control and began going to a professor for school. Cynthia wasn't really a witch, she was mostly human with one power. She could read minds and that's it.

She pokes me, "Hey? Sis?" She looks up at me.

I slide off my headphones. "Mhm?"

She hugs me slowly. "See you later. Have a great day."

I smile and watch her go. I slowly slide my headphones back on and continue my journey.

The school was very far out of the way. From Cynthia's public school, it was miles and miles. I had to jump on a bus for about twenty miles and then get off in the middle of nowhere. After that I had a three mile walk to the academy. As I make my way down the dusty trail that was extremly over grown, a boy popped out and scared me. He grabbed my shoulders and shook them.

I jump. "Hey!" I mutter, "Webfrko..." He was propelled away from me. I quickly turn and think about a sword in my hand and boom I held my speciality sword. Ventra, was a long, slender blade with a black and red handle with dragon heads and flames etched all around it. I smile and level the blade out and widen my stance. "Someone wants to play..."

The boy stands up as he scratches the back of his head. "I was just playing... jesus Izzy."

Bellamy. He was a boy I've known since I was ten. He always dresses in a suit and tie and always has his hair shaggy. He dyes his hair grey every chance he gets which in this day and age, is cool.

I roll my eyes, "Really?" I spin around as my sword evaporates. "You should be happy I didn't kill you."

He runs up and throws his arm around my shoulders as he pulls me close to him, "Yeah... you? Killing me?" He chuckles. "You couldn't. I'm like one thousand times stronger than you."

I laugh. "Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, Bell."

The building was in a huge clearing in the woods and was protected my magic. It was the size of a mansion and was all black brick and glass. To get to the school you have to go over the bridge. It was about a mile long and was made of red brick.

We make our way into the school and take our seats. It was packed with boys and girls of any age. I close my eyes as I sit back in my seat. The classroom was loud as people piled in.

Bellamy asks. "How's your mom? Is she ever coming back?"

My mother was a professor here at Bell Spell Academy, but she has been sick for a while now. By sick I mean... seeing her ex and getting depressed. Seeing my dad was odd to Cynthia since she never met the man, it tore me up. Seeing the man who raised me for four years before dipping was hard. Yet... for my mom it was way worse. She had ten full, fun, loving years with that man... then was ghosted. So I understand where she's coming from... but she needs to get over it, and soon.

I shrug. "She's been better... but haven't we all?"

He nods. "True enough."

Bell Spell Academy was your usual highschool in the mornings. Classes were all about history, English, science and everything else that is in a highschool curriculum. After lunch is when things get crazy. The witches who are new with their powers are still in classrooms learning control. I am a senior here at Bell Spell, and I get all the excitement and fun. As a senior, we get to take one other senior (professor picks partners) and we battle. Of course not to the death, but we attempted to knock them out. Today I was with a girl named Kendra.