Witches

Part 1: The Book 1/4

Hi so as the title says this is part 1 of 4 of part one. The reason I have it like this is for the first for parts I post it's going to go back in it's self but with a different character's perspective. If that makes sense 😅. But after the fourth part it won't do that anymore and it'll pick up where the previous chapter left off but still changing character perspectives. I really hope this makes sense. Anyways enough rambling on to the story

POV: Morgan Mayers
"MORGAN IT'S 5AM GET UP NOW!!!!!" A middle aged woman's voice yells from downstairs. I roll over and look at my clock. Sure enough it said 5am. Damn it. It's morning already. I sit up and push my covers back. "Morgan come downstairs now!" I hear my mom say.

I walk downstairs still in my pajamas to see my mom and dad standing in the kitchen. They were already dressed ready for work at their office jobs. My mom holds up a piece of paper that I recognize as my test that I had gotten back yesterday graded.

"What's this?" My mom asks, her gray eyes glaring at me with her other hand on her hip. I look at her confused. "It's my graded test." I say, very confused.

"Yeah I know it's your test I mean what the hell is with this score!" She says while pointing to the top right corner of the paper with a percentage in red. 97%

"What do you mean? It's a 97. That's pretty good." I say, still confused. My mom slowly walks over to me. Stopping inches away from my face.

"A 97 IS NOT A GOOD GRADE!!!!!" She screams. I flinch from the sudden loud noise and close my eyes tightly.

"I'm 17. I'm working on getting to a good college and I still have my job too. I have to be able to pay for my car." I say my eyes still closed tightly. They suddenly shoot open when I feel something hit me across the face.

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR EXCUSES! If you can't get good grades then maybe you shouldn't have a job. It's clearly taking away from your studying time. Or maybe it's those friends of yours that are distracting you. You should stop hanging out with them until you get your grades up. No college is going to accept you with these grades." My mom says still inches away.

"But I need a job and I like hanging out with my friends." I say practically shaking. I look over to my father hoping for him to intervene. But he's just standing there, glaring at me with his arms crossed against his chest.

"I don't care that you're 17. You're still a child and live under my roof so you're going to follow my rules. When you get home from school you'll be studying. Now go get dressed for school." She says, turning around walking back to my father's side. Signaling that the conversation was over.

"Yes mother..." I turn and walk back up the stairs. I open my bedroom door and walk over to my closet. I start getting dressed for the day. I put on a white blouse and a pair of ripped black jeans. I walk over to my vanity desk and sit down . I look down at my desk. UUGGHH Where's my hair clip?

I open the drawer to my right. Jeez there's a ton of shit in here. I shuffle through random papers, hair ties and pens. Damn it! Where is it? I open the drawer on my left. Right in the center of an almost empty drawer is a dark blue hair clip with what looks to be an ancient symbol. Oh there it is. I pick the clip up and examine the symbol more closely. I wonder what this symbol means.

I know it has to mean something but what. Where did I even get this clip? I've had it for as long as I can remember. I look over at my alarm clock. 5:35am. UUGGGHH If I want to eat before I leave for school I need to hurry. I'll have to look up the symbol later. I reach up to the side of my head and clip it next to my bangs. I look in the mirror and push back some loose baby hairs. I stand up, pushing my chair back with the back of my legs and my hands on the desk.