Chapter 1

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  It's October and the leaves have
changed colors, it's very pretty. The river I used to swim in during the hot summer is now icy cold. The village is beautiful and the air is crisp. You are probably wondering why I said I am going to be hanged. I'm a witch. Unlike many witches, I'm the only one in my family. I'm not a bad witch, no way!! I can't help how I was born, but I'm not saying I would change it. When I first started noticing things were off I was afraid, but over the years I've grown to love it..love me. My blonde hair and intense blue eyes, my pale skin and very thin body, my power, I love it all.
I'm not an evil witch. I do not make voodoo dolls, cast curses, or speak to the devil. I dream peoples fortunes, attract paranormal activity, and have a few mild powers like lighting a fire with only a thought. What's wrong with that!? I guess the townsfolk thought I was bad. They heard someone say that I told them their fortune, I can't believe they would say that out loud!! Last night they came to our cottage and barged in. They grabbed me in my sleep and brought me here, a cage. It's afternoon and people are staring at me like I'm a dangerous, wild animal who needs to be disposed of. I keep my eyes downcast, like a coward. I would break out of these bars if I could, but I haven't ever practiced my magic properly, like from a book. I'm not powerful enough. Maybe people will see that I'm not a threat.....I doubt it. The villagers seem to enjoy watching us be hanged or drowned, even crushed or burnt to death. How sick. But I'm not even one of  'them', I'm not an evil freak.

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