Behind The Fall Leaves

Chapter 1

The child was born different. Out of...good. It disgusts the society we have. Teach the child with great meaningful words. Poor sorrowed souls.
I woke up. It was a dramatic wake up like you see in the cinema. Just a normal wake up. Normal. That's what I need. I get up. Normally. Shirt. Jeans. Socks. Jean jacket. Brush Teeth. Converse high tops.
"Fredrick!"
"What Auntie Lisal!"
"Fredrick!"
"What!!"
"Oh there you are!" exclaimed Aunt Lisal, "I couldn't hear you over the boiling pot of misalbhubs."
"Auntie! I told you no more cooking rodents in the kitchen!"
"Oh! But they looked so good!"
I let out a grumble. Like a normal 16 year old.
"I was calling you because you need to do a food cleanse for your 17 birthday," she mentioned, "Plus it's on the blood moon festival day 3!"
"Oh."
"Listen darling...I know you aren't excited for this festivity but you have to do it. For your mother and father."
"I know but it's just-"
There was a knock on the door.
"That must be James," I said, "I'll see you later."
"Ok! Have a good day!"
"Bye."
I got to the door. Opened it. There he was. My high school romance. My darling. My maybe we will have a future. My but we all know it's going to end at college. My perfect, innocent, smart, generous, hilarious, beautiful, fucking sexy, human, normal boyfriend. James, oh James.
"How are you beautiful," he said with his deep, romantic voice.
"Better now that I see your face."
He giggled. I love his giggle.
My house is on the outskirts of town. This perfect town. Normal town. Fieldenburg. We walked for a while. We usually go through WildWood forest.
20 minutes passed. We were deep into the WildWood forest. I peered in deeper and there seemed to be an opening. 4 trees were standing perfectly in a small square and light game in. James ran ahead.
     "Come and catch me loser." He said.
     "Oh imma get you!" I replied.
     We ran into the clearing and all of a sudden he disappeared.
     "This isn't funny! We need to get to school!"
     I heard leaches crunching up behind me. I turned.
     "There you a-"
     It wasn't James. It was Graph and Camille. Two awful witches. Devoting there life to Satan and the Wicca. There mother was the headmistress of the coven. I clearly didn't like them and vice versa.
     "Well isn't it nice to see you here." Camille said.
     "Ugh...Just leave me the fuck alone!" I replied.
     Camille's hair was a glistening blonde. It was soft and shiny. Her outfits were always so formal. A very good witch. Too bad that her brother's kind of a klutz.
     "We will n-n-never leave mortals alone!" stuttered Graph.
     He wanted to be a bad boy but his speech impediment gets in the way.
     "Graph! I told you I would do the talking," whispered Camille.
     "What are you guys gonna even do you me?" I said, "are you going to make me trip. Are you that immature?"
     Camille started to laugh.
     "Oh no. That's funny." Camille tried to say through her fits of giggles.
     "So what is it?"
     "Y-Y-Yeah what i-i-i-"
     "Just stop talking you ass!" Camille screamed at Graph, "We are gonna put a hex on you. As a present for your birthday."
    "Wait, what the fuck. A hex. That's illegal."
    "We don't care."
    She put her hands up. Adrenaline rushed to my head.
     "Somali tobado." (The hex of spirits. Can be different levels depending on how many times you say tobado. In her case the lowest.)
     I grabbed my wand.
     "Aww. Still using wand magic are you." Camille mocked, "Plus a hex can't be reflected."
     "Fredrick!" James yelled.
     "Best if we headed out." Camille said with a smile.
     Suddenly in a blast of smoke they disappeared.
     "Oh my gosh. There you are. I've been screaming your name!" said James.
     He kissed me. With one normal kiss.
     Normal.