Brewing Trouble

Chapter 1

"Andre." A Voice whispered

I was in some sort of building, it was dark, cold, and had cobwebs in every corner. I looked around to try and see if I could find something that would tell me where I was.

"Andre." Again whispered a voice, but this time It sounded different.... it sounded.... closer.

All the hairs on my neck stood up simultaneously, and I turned around and saw that it was Mason. He was still and emotionless. I waved my hand in front of his face to try and get some sort of a reaction, but nothing.

"Mason, do you know where we are?"

Nothing.

"Mason, this isn't funny anymore!" I yelled.

Nothing.

"Fine, I guess I'll just find my own way out."

I rolled my eyes and continued to walk.

"Andre" he whispered once again.

I turned around, and standing there was Mason, he had a smile on his face.

"It's coming." He said.

"What's coming? What are you talking about?"

"The beginning of the end."

"Ow!!"

I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, blood was gushing out of me. Mason had stabbed me. I awoke in cold sweat, gasping for air in my bedroom.

"That was one hell of a dream." I chuckled.

I unplugged my phone from the charger and checked the time, it was 3am.

"The witching hour."

"Well this can't be a coincidence--i don't believe in coincidences. I should probably tell Shamar about this."

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Andre: Hey, u up?

Shamar: yea, what's up?

Andre: Now that I think about it, its not really something that should be said thru text message

Shamar: Okay, just tell me @ school

Andre: Gn

Shamar: gn
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I put my phone back on the charger, but before I went back to sleep I made sure to hang my dreamcatcher above my bed.

I woke up the next morning and got ready for school, since I didn't put any clothes out the night before I had to rummage through my messy closet in search for something cute to wear.

I managed to find a decent enough outfit, but It didnt match with my shoes. Then again, it doesn't really matter in this town. Nothing matters in Crowley, and nothing happens in Crowley....for the mortals atleast.

If you haven't caught it by now, hello, my name is Andre Eric, and I'm your average gay guy that just so happens to also be a witch. Yes. A witch. I thought I was the only one until I met my now bestfriend Shamar Chassion (also a witch).

But anyways, where was I?....Oh right!

As soon as I walked through the school cafeteria, my eyes darted straight to the table where me and my friends have sat everyday since freshman year.

As I walked closer to the table I could hear them laughing and gossiping. I finally reached the table and took a seat next to Shamar.

" Hey bitch!" He said excitingly.