Black Magic Amp (a witchcraft story)

chapter 1

The buzzing of our alarm is loud and makes my ears ring. i yawn into my feather-fluffed pillow, and reach to hit the snooze button. The alarm is two inches from my fingers when Brooksy reaches over from the other twin bed and slams her fist onto the little button until it shuts off.

She groans and pulls her pillow off of her head. Her short auburn hair stands straight up on one side, and curls on the other. she throws her covers from her legs and stands. Shes wearing a pair of short pink and blue plaid shorts, a white wife beater tanktop, a striped knee socks, with multiple colors.

I stand up, untwisting the covers from my legs, and stretch, causing my back to crack. I myself am wearing black shorts, a deep purple v-neck tee shirt, and mismatched ankle socks. my black hair, the color of the midnight sky, is swept from my face and laying in ringlets, reaching down my back and to my midsection.

I go over to my amoir and pick out a pair of red fishnets, a black pleated miniskirt, a black lacey tanktop, and my black Chuck Taylors. i go to our little dorm bathroom, and apply my thick black eyeliner and pink glittery lipgloss. I know, weird for someone like me to wear pink glittery lipgloss. i come out of the bathroom to find brooksy dressed in a plaid red miniskirt, a blue low Cut tee, and a pair of black Mary Janes.

 i laugh as she curses the mirror for her disastrous hair. She grabs her straightener, and begins to tame her unruly hair. When she finishes, its nearly time for school to begin.

 We grab our Stuff for school, and head out the door to our first class.

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 We walk out onto Campus, and it's immediately, "has she done anything weird or creepy lately??". or my personal favorite, "I think shes the spawn of the devil...or maybe his mistress... haha wouldnt be surprised!".

I hear squeals as Brooksy races towards her group of friends, and i smirk just a touch when they all glare back at me...all but Brooksy.

I just give them a little wave, and a huge grin, and they all swiftly turn around to walk away.

I giggle to myself and catch the black haired guy as he stares after the disappearing Brooksy. He is wearing a pair of darkwash straightlegged jeans, and a maroon sweater. His raven black hair, wavey and just brushing his shoulders. his bangs are in his pale face, his eyes glittering behind them.

i shiver from the look he gives me as he notices me watching him, and walks away, across his own campus grounds.

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I walk into my first class, and immediately catch everyones eyes as i walk to my seat.

Youd think i was a new kid, but its already three months into the school year. Ha.

I take my seat as the teacher walks in. His name is Mr. Thung. He is a very tall man, with brown hair shaved military style, dark brown eyes, and tan skin. Everyone calls him Mr. Thong. Today, he wears a blue tee shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and some Nike Shocks.

Even though everyone calls him Mr. Thong, all the girls swoon over him, like hes the hottest guy on earth. Of course, this is because most of them have never even talked to a boy, let alone a grown man.

They laugh at his cheesy teacher jokes, smile at him in the hallways when he asks how their day was, and blush when he smiles, like hes smiling at each individual girl in the room. As if.

HES MARRIED, LADIES!!!

i pull out my notebook, a mechanical pencil, and i start to draw. i first start with intricate little circles at the top of the page, then as i make my way near the middle i make long curved strokes leading down to the bottom. i do the same for the other side of the page. i then make long and short lines connecting them to the middle of the page, close but not fully connected. i then draw little drops and long drops leading down from the middle where the objects are at, trailing until they run off the page. i then sketch out the spine, and add long locks of hair, dripping with blood from the wounded wings. I then draw her sides, revealing how many days she hasnt eaten with the lines of her riddled ribs showing. Her feet just barely covering her bare bottom.

I pause and look up Mr. Thung, who has stopped talking and called on one of Brooksys' friends. I think her name is Gertha Liltha, but like Brooksy, she goes by her last name. The question on the board, im guessing Mr. Thung asked someone to answer, Liltha decided to answer. The board reads: Is Halloween, in your opinion, a Satanic Celebration?.

"I believe that Halloween is a Satanic Celebration, where young people, such as ourselves, can go out and indulge in our sinful desires to dress as anyone but ourselves. And i also believe that its a scam for people, especially girls, to go out and dress in sinful costumes." She says, glaring in my direction. i just put my hand upside-down underneath my chin, smile, and wriggle my fingers at her. She gives me a disgusted look and turns back to Mr. Thung.

"Alright, now i will pick on someone who is most likely going to have some facts about whether Halloween is Satanic or not, based on what Miss Liltha has stated...Miss Pierce if you will?" He asks, looking over at me, eyebrows raised.

my pencil drops to my notebook, as i search my brain for non-satanic facts about Halloween.

"Uh, well, erm, Halloween is most directly related to the Catholic holiday of All Hallows Eve, although it has picked up a variety of practices and beliefs most likely borrowed from folklore. Even the origins of those practices are often questionable, with evidence dating back only a couple hundred years and older records being suspiciously quiet about what might have been taking place around the end of October. None of these things have anything to do with Satanism. In fact, if Halloween folk practices had anything to do with spirits, it would have been primarily to keep them away, not attract them. That would be the opposite of common perceptions of Satanism..." I say quickly, going back to my drawing, letting my hair fall across my face and onto my paper as i pretend to draw some more detail on the angels' wings.

"Very well said, Miss Pierce! A round of applause for her College level answer everyone." He claps...no one else does.

He mumbles something about homework, and turns back to the board, everything he says a dull thrum in my ears as i add detail to my angel.

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My next class is back all the way across campus, and i groan mentally as i pass the dorms. I feel someone watching me, and i search the grounds, meeting one certain pair of eyes.

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the eyes are crystal blue, and covered by raven black hair, surrounded by a pale, freckled face.