Maintain Your Balance

Ch-2

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ASIA

Okay.

I can handle this.

I. CAN. HANDLE. IT.

All I need a is a not-so-simple spell in a not-so-easy-to-find book to bring him back. Yes. Sounds good.

I decided to wait until after school tomorrow to search for the "dangerous" grimoirs that my mother always seems to put in the oddest places. Like seriously last time I found one in an empty box of Lucky Charms...puns.

So, until mom buys more cereal so I can find one with a reincarnation spell, I figured I'd just walk home and research some more about this so called "Beacon Hills."

I picked up my phone and checked the time, realizing that I'd pulled an unintentional all-nighter trying to learn some more about the stupid town that resulted in my best friend's death.

It was currently 6:30 AM. I officially had one hour to finish homework, shower, choose an outfit, put on makeup, do my hair and leave.

Well... this should be fun.

Though I attempted to get all my shit done, the only thing I didn't have enough time to do was my hair. You'd think there was a spell for bad hair days, but I guess those old timey witches care more about making rings for vampires than important stuff like my hair.

Screw that. I need hair fixer upper. Stat.

Totally chill with everything, I strutted into school like Beyoncé. That's right, full hair, makeup, and outfit so fabulously on point. I SO got this. I mean it's absolutely possible for someone to get perfect grades, have a perfect social life, look perfect all the time, and resurrect your best friend from the dead.

Right?

Who knows? Maybe I'll set a new fashion trend while at it.

I strode into my first class, lowered my boho style backpack onto the ground and took my notebook out.

I have never been more prepared to learn about Odyesseus and his travels. Don't get me wrong, I love English. I really do. It's the only class where I don't completely zone out because numbers and facts aren't overwhelming me.

You can call me creative, but I blame it on my witchiness. Who needs biology and geometry when you have long sentences in Latin and some fun spell chants?

As the tardy bell rang, I checked the one empty seat across the room.

Katia is late.

Again.

Well, I don't have time to worry about her. My problems are just a tad more important ,and so I've decided to direct all my conflict towards writing. Maybe, JUST MAYBE, it'll help me think of something to do.

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Hey guys! Sorry didn't update in a while! I'm gonna try to be posting more frequently and I really hope you guys like the story so far. I'll be updating more soon! Quick heads up-the way I'm going to be putting up chapters is in parts(ex: ch-2 pt.1 and ch-2 pt.2). I hope y'all like that idea. Also, you guys should go check out my rl main bae unknownfangirl17 because she's writing this amazing story called "How to Build a Barbie" and idk if y'all have heard of her other story "Fix You" but it's absolutely fantastic and I totally recommend both. (:

Love my wolfies and vamps♡

~A