Black Magic Amp (a witchcraft story)

(a/n: comment vote fan...first time doing a story about Witches...)

My name is Alexandrite Madiline Pierce. Yes, most people just call me Amp or Alexandra. Those people who call me Alexandra are complete nutters.

Its Alexandrite. There are a few things you should know about me.

lets start with the less shocking facts, shall we?

First, i am currently attending a small private school full of immature girls. The school is right next to a private boys school, which is somewhat larger.

I only have one friend, and her name is Brooksy. Thats not her real name, of course, but thats what she lets me call her. Her real name is Agatha Caprio Brooks. Hence the name "Brooksy".

She calls me by my real name when shes around her "catholic group" of friends.

They dont know we're friends at all.

 We're roommates though, so they expect her to trash talk about me. About the things i do, how i dress, and my sleeping habits. during the night its as if we dont know eachother, and in our dorm, we are like sisters.

Secondly, this school is my home. the classes are at night, which is why i can attend. i have no real home. my parents, both dead now, thought it was best to send me to year round schooling, where they have to accept me as a part of their family...at least until their parents come to see them.

then im the outcast, with no parents, no relatives, and no home to go to during our once-a-year, two-week break for Christmas and New Years.

this is my first year attending, and we are in the month of October.

As it nears break, students are jittery and anxious to get away from this cramped school.

There is a boy, who watches Brooksy from the shadows of an Oak tree as she walks to her classes everyday.

He stares after her even after she is out of his range of sight.

This boy, he has long black hair, sleek as a ravens' wing, and eyes blue as the Gulf of Mexico. He is as pale as snow, with a hint of freckles sprayed across his nose and cheeks.

And lastly, im not normal.

i have far better reflexes, eyesight, smell, hearing, taste, feelings, and intellegence than a normal person would have.

I run faster.

Think wider.

see and hear things no one else can hear.

and it all shows.

i dont dress, well...normal, either. i normally wear all black clothing, and worn our Chuck Taylors. Our school doesnt have a dress code, so all the girls, who are sluts by the way, can wear those holey neon tanktops over nothing but their bras, and really short shorts. Most of them go to the tanning beds that are in town, which is only about five miles away.

everyone here, but me, has a car to drive off campus.

of course, we have rules as far as curfew goes, but no one listens to them.

all they can do is kick us out and into the real world.

So yeah, im not normal.

I, Alexandrite Madiline Pierce (aka Amp), am a Witch.

and not just any plain old Witch.

I practice Black Magic.

(A/N: COMMENT VOTE AND FAN PLEASE?? again first time to do anything on a story with witches, so please let me know what i get wrong.)