To Kill A Witch

II

II

Friday, September 18

{110 days}

Audrey Graham

Audrey awoke to her phone blaring a classical tune. She frantically slapped her nightstand from one place to the other until her fingers brushed her cell phone.

She touched the screen to answer. Then brought it up to her ear.

"Huh?" Her voice was groggy and screamed sleep deprivation.

"Hey sweetie, it's your mother," Audrey mentally slapped her forehead. No duh!

"Yeah mom I already knew that, it's called caller ID." Audrey was not a morning person, she was even worse when she was woken up without warning prior to.

"Right," her mother murmured back through the receiver, "anyway, your dad told me to tell you that we aren't flying back in until Monday."

"Good," she fought the urge but her words slipped out anyway.

"What was that."

"Mom, you know I can't pick you up! I have school." Audrey switched her phone to the other side of her head and squirmed herself up until she was sitting on her butt. Her head leaning against the bed post.

"Oh that's right. Well maybe we could make a few calls, I could call you principal and-", Audrey hung up.

She had heard enough if her mother's prolonging conversation.

Her mom never realized that money doesn't supply a family, just makes a family well fed. She didn't grasp the concept that whether or not you grant the school a check with so many zeros you are still going to have the same school record. It doesn't "bump up grades", or "excuse absences", her mother tried both. Yet even so, her mother persisted her way. But Audrey still remained the same girl as before, a straight B student with a few more detentions on her record than was necessary. She hardly ever skipped class and when she did she was never caught. She had many friends, she wouldn't say she was popular, but she was up there. She hung out with the popular nerds. All brainy but still pretty. Only at her school you never had an option of wearing what you wanted (unless it was school spirit week) to school. Audrey goes to Hewington Academy, a prestigious private school, very known for its successful graduates.

She hesitantly fell back into her covers. Her mother had already ruined her morning. It seemed she was a little too good at that.

Audrey's mom was the talkative type. She would never shut up and when she did it's because she is shoving food in her face. (The women even talked in her sleep!) No her mother wasn't fat, but nor was she the skinniest. She had a slight curve at her hips from having a child, but her stomach remained enticingly flat. Her hair made waves a little past her shoulders, and was the shade of blonde it almost looked like she had dumped her hair in a bucket of bleach and then forgot where her hair was. Audrey had inherited her blonde hair, only in the light Audrey's seemed to shine silver, like platinum. She had also been given her mother's height, 5"6. Which thankfully made her average, she was always happy to not be ridiculously talk or munchkin short. But that was where her and her mom's alike qualities stopped. Everything else was from her dad.

Like the way the bridge of her nose made a curve, also the way her ears were a little on the big side. And of course the most important trait was that they were both witches. Well Audrey was a witch, her dad was a sorcerer. A sorcerer is a male witch with an active power, if he didn't have an active power than he would just be a warlock. And obviously a warlock is a male witch who can do all witchy things, but doesn't have any super cool badass powers.