Bewitch Me [Book 1 & 2, The Witch's Fate]

Book 1. Chapter Eight - Minuet

Isabelle's POV

"Phew, what a long day." I breathed out as I arrived at the doorstep, swiping the imaginary bead of sweats on my forehead with the back of my palm.

I even had to lean against the wall for a while just to catch my breath. Who knew few miles could mean this much trouble. As I reached out for the door knob, a sudden faint sensation swirled inside me. I'm pretty much sure it had nothing to do with lunch because I remembered crosschecking its expiration dates and manufactured date as well. Before I knew it, my hands made its way to my abdomen—as if to stop the throbbing feeling. Of course I had no idea what had happened but I felt like something wasn't right or worse, was about to happen—pretty much like...an omen.

The feeling of two bombarded spirits awaiting me.

Shaking my head at once, I shrugged the feelings off as me being delusional as usual. I mean, there's no such thing as omens, Isabelle.

Letting out a tired yawn, I gave up my thoughts and finally twisted the knob, almost jumping to see the two persons I was planning to avoid throughout today.

"Huh?"

The fact that my parents were already at the door, folding their arms with an unwavering frown written all over their faces, meant that they knew.

Wait, this was what the feeling was trying to—

"Isabelle!" yelled mum.

I was ready to be punished for all I cared, but I was ready to not budge like other times. The madness I've had in school is definitely more than this.

Where's luck when I just need it?

I didn't answer them, but instead raised my head to meet their angry faces. Darn they look so mad. I don't even know whether I should laugh or sigh anymore.

"How dare you!"—My dad started—"take that box to school!" Mum spat out the completion of his words, standing akimbo. "Do you realize what you've just started!?"

Great, the school just have informed them already...

"Well, it's mine?" I raised an eyebrow at how suspicious they were already beginning to sound. I really thought they were going to mention the case of Ryder, ugh. "Since when do you guys even care about any of my stuffs anyways?"

"That wasn't just a stuff young lady!" Dad roared.

I was confused at the last sentence and how they were dragging the whole situation, but I still ended shrugging it off as their usual bluffs.

I swung my bag across my shoulders and walked to their front angrily. I have to deal with sanity and they're here arguing over a mere box. And they say I'm the immature one here. This ends today, as well as their annoying controlling attitude.

What am I?

Their freaking puppet?

"Look! You two can't keep me in the dark side forever and expect me to be all like the goody shoes...I'm hungry—just get me something to eat and quit these nonsensical questions!" Burning with rage, I pointed a finger to their faces and walked straight to my room. Yes, the typical badass me. Something is really changing inside of me, somehow I can...feel it, and I like it.

I like this new side.

Unlike the other times, they didn't even follow me or scream at me, which was pretty weird honestly, since I was used to all that. Even with my eyes closed, I can tell that there's something pretty weird going on around here.