The Book of You and I

The Beginning

It was the beginning of training for new witches like me. We were to be sent to the human world to learn and study the creatures we know to be humans. Learn their life style, what they do for fun, how and what they learn, how they act and dress. All information was necessary information.  

I hugged my mother and father goodbye and stepped into the large crystal and oak mirror that acted as our gateway to the human world.  I stepped through to a small one bedroom house with a small kitchen and living aria. There was a desk filled with grim wares and my large collection of my books of shadows, everything I would need to chart my findings and work on my magic. 

I step into my small room to put away my cloths. Next to my bed is a full length mirror, I stand in front of  it for what seems like hours and I watch my snow white hair turn dark brown and my rose gold eyes transform into simple gray. Even my cloths had changed into something more simple, black jeans, black combat boots, a long flowy black turtleneck shirt, but my favorite yellow cardigan stayed the same. I didn't look like Rose Heart anymore, I looked more like a Liza.

"Liza...I guess that could be my name here."

I sat down my satchel and duffel bag and stared unpacking. An hour later my phone stared ringing from my back pocket. Mom.

"Hey mom! Yeah, I made it here...No, I'm alone. They didn't give me a family yet...Yeah I think I've decided on Liza Woods...Does Pat know I'm here? Alright. I'll call you after school tomorrow. I love you mom. Bye." And with that I finished packing. I made bread and made myself a grilled cheese and went to bed. 

>months later<

"Yo, Earth to Sam! Wake up!" 

Sam slapped my hand away as she lifted her head from the table. "Alright I'm up! What do you want?"

I giggled as I adjusted my cardigan and satchel, motioning to the swarm of freshmen. "We gotta get to class, genius. And I am not trying to get swamped by the nine-hundred other freshies that go here." I laughed as I grabbed her hand intertwining our fingers like I did every time we walked together. I smiled as she blushed, I may not have been here long and I didn't have many friends outside of my boyfriend but something about her drew me to become closer to her. I felt like i had to protect her no matter what. I wasn't a werewolf but I knew what it felt like to be protective over someone. 

Her name was Samantha but went by Spindle, I only really ever called her Sam when I needed to get her attention. She was about 5'8 with storm blue eyes and pale skin and her hair was something you couldn't describe. A soft puddle of browns golds and red. She wore hoodies, sneakers, and plane blue jeans with the ankles cuffed. She was an obvious bisexual, and she was gorgeous. 

As we made our way down the hall I heard a loud, "Spindle!" from one of the only people I had a problem with at this school--Leon, Spindles ex. I felt her cringe as the voice made it to her ears, her hand tightened around mine and her face blushed. The stupidly adorable smile that I loved spread across her face. If him showing up wasn't bad enough, the next voice was. From beside Spindle a girl a bit shorter than me appeared.

"Sam!" It was Ashley...another one of Spindle's ex's. We stopped to talk but the conversation was cut short by Ashley's new boyfriend appearing. She gave a fleeting nod as he whisked her away.

I gave Spindle's hand a slight squeeze and a sympathetic smile knowing she had never fully gotten over Ashley. From behind me I heard his voice again, "Spindle!" Ugh. Leon. I would have almost forgotten he was there if not for his stench.

"I know you still like me", he blurted out. Spindle's face became red and I tensed up. My instinct to protect her rushed in and I pushed her behind me. "How did you find out?! She didn't tell any one but me and--"

He cut me off.  "Lane told me. Spindle...why?"

Spindle squeezed my hand as she argued with him. When she was done, she slipped out of my grip and rushed down the hall. I tried calling after her but she wasn't having any of it. One of these days, I was going to have a serious talk with Leon.