Witch Hitch

Chapter One - The Problem

I don't have a clue what's wrong with me, that's about the fourth time this week that I have moved something without physically touching it; there must be something wrong with me, I am going to tell anyone? I don't know I'm so confused, I have all these thoughts inside my head like what if someone catches me doing this sort of 'witch craft' they'd probably have me burnt to the stake. I don't want to be known for my death "the famous Taylor Conner burns to the stake from pleading guilty for being a witch." I never asked for this.
*Knock Knock*
Shit, he's early.
I slowly go over to the door to let my friend in; Jakes never early, maybe his girlfriend is sleeping with someone else for the sixth time this months, dirty whore. I tell him over and over again not too run back but like all friends do with an old relationship, chase back after it! I let him in too my apartment we have our usual meet and gossip night. He keeps telling me that I was distracted by something, all I could think about is my issues and my problems, let alone his.
It's like one in the morning; Jake can't be bothered to walk home so I said he could say even with a guilty face, we normally tell each other most things including our problems but I couldn't get this one out of my mouth, it's too hard to say out loud.
I didn't get any sleep last night all the panic and all the stress, it would go away. Something else happened, I can't put my finger on how I done it, that's two powers in the space of twenty-four hours, there was an annoying buzzing noise in my room and I noticed it was a fricken wasp and I went over with a rolled up news paper and whacked it one, it was moving and that was a powerful swing it couldn't of survived it, I pick it up and blow on it too see if it would move and suddenly it started moving and it flew of on my hand; it's much easier too say it was a little trick but knowing it's witch craft kills me.
Jake left, like an hour ago. And all I can bring my self to think is about my powers! I just can't get them off my mind and another thing that also scares me is that I don't know how to control them. In that space of an hour that Jake left I also phoned my Gran, we were close when we were both younger, as strange as it sounds we liked the same things, kind of. I phoned her and told her about the strange experiences that I've had; she's into the voo-doo stuff so I thought I'd ask her. And her response was a little shocking... She told me that some our ancestors were witches and at first I didn't believe a word of it, but then it kind of made sense as weird as it sounds. She also told me that I'm going to have to go away for a while, and that I have no choice even if I didn't want too I'd have too.
Yeah.. I'd have to make a long trip to North Carolina, to live in a 'witches boarding school' until I learn hoe to control my powers. Apparently I'm lucky because I have more than one power. To me having one power would be a dream.