Witch

Blackwood Manor

*************** Photo is of Briar. ****************

I still had a few minutes before I have to leave the house for school so I decided to answer the questions in  Briar's journal. I opened the journal and smiled at the first question.

‘Will you be my friend? Check yes or no.’

I wrote another answer. Maybe. And checked it.

‘Where did you move from’

‘Chicago’ I wrote.

 

‘Why did you move?’

‘Ma thought it would be a good idea.’ Why so curious? I wondered.

‘Tell me something interesting about your self.’

This question was a bit hard. I thought about it for a few minutes and wrote a random detail about myself. ‘I was born out of a one night stand been some man and my wild child Ma. She thinks that it is her fault for the way I am. Shy, nervous and incapable of having friends.’

I looked at what I wrote and shrugged. Minus well rip the band-aid off now. I looked over at the last few questions and wrote answers.

‘No, I have never been in a haunted house.’

‘Really? You want to take me to one? Why?’

‘Magic? I don’t think I believe in it.’

‘Soul mates? You mean like your other half? I don’t think that exists. There is no scientific reason or hint that it is real. I think it is something Guys tell girls to get them to agree to the deed. I don’t think there is someone out there for me and only me. Do you believe in it?’

‘No, I don’t think I will break out of my shell. I like my shell. it is nice and warm and normal.’

Satisfied with my short and sweet answers, I closed up the journal and tucked it into my bag. I glanced up and the clock and figured I best be going to school. I stood up and slipped my coat on. I tossed my bag onto my shoulder and opened the door, only to come face to face with  Briar's chest. I slowly looked up and took in his stormy blue grey eyes. He was smiling down at me. It made my heart pick up pace. Damn it.

“Good morning.” He said in his cool and casual yet seriously mouth watering voice.

“Morning.” I mumbled as I slipped by him, closing the door behind me. I started down my walk way and smiled as Briar sauntered up to me. He was wearing dark colored jeans and a thick brown coat. Simple yet I couldn’t help but blush at the thoughts running through my head. I wondered what was under that coat and how his hair would feel in my hands.

Wait what? Why, why am I thinking like this? I've never had such thoughts. Why now? Has my crazy teen hormones finally kicked in? Or was it more? Something like drugs? Maybe I'm on Ecstasy and I'm doing things without thinking. Perhaps that is it. Or even better, what if he was my personal brand of Ecstasy. 'No.' I snapped at myself. 'Don't twilight this relationship.' Ugh. I am going crazy.

“Sleep well last night?”  He asked, pulling me away from my morbidly weird thoughts.

I nodded and sped up. I liked walking with him; however, I just didn’t want to get used to it. It would stop and when it does, I don’t want to be let down. I am like the shiny new toy. Eventually I will become boring and he will move on while I lay broken in the sandbox. It would serve as my grave. That sandbox is where all the good toys go to die... all alone after we become borin- 'Okay, stop it!' Man, I am becoming pathetic.