Until I looked down at the green eyes, and saw them smiling. And then a single pair of hands came together, cracking in the air like a gunshot and a moment later a thunder erupted in the auditorium, a peal of applause joined by the crying out of hunderds of voices. I nearly swooned, for it seemed that a cold wind swept past my body, leaving me unsteady.
I was upheld by Mrs. Weiler's strong hands though, for in an instant she was beside me and for the first time I looked into my parents eyes and saw them shining with pride. I smiled, probably for the first time since the news of my "perfomance". And without looking at her, I knew Mrs. Weiler's eyes were focused on me, perhaps in attempt to take back the thing she'd released to take possession of my body. Was it a kind thing? I wondered. A dangerous thing? All i knew was that for a time it had been mine and Mrs. Weiler had made it so.
Because she was a witch.
That night became something special in my life. Afetrwards I sang and enjoyed the sound of my voice, but it was always my voice. The voice I had fall from my lips at that assembly surely had come from something else, and as I try, I could not regain it. Only Mrs. Weiler knew the secret.
