Wicked.

Chapter 9

Hello Everybody. 

I swore I wouldn't do this but I have to ask: Do you think I should change my prolouge? Like honest opinion please because I think that it makes no sense. So, should I change it? And if so, what should I change it to?

         - A Kaleb x Quinn

         -  Some thing dramatic: *place suggestion here*

         - One of Kaleb's poems 

         - Something else 

Opinion is appreciated.

Now I give you... Chapter 9

Chapter 9:

I shot out of my chair and in to Tatia’s way before she could get any closer. My mum moves pretty fast when she’s pissed off. “We’re done here.” I said using the tone of voice no one would ever argue with. I glanced at the Head Mistress who gave me a nod for permission so I then dragged my mother towards the door.

Tatia listened to me but every fibre of her being was ready to go all ‘boss ass witch’ on his vampire ass. Trust me, I wanted to too but this is neither the time nor place. I had to tug on her arms a few times to get her to keep moving.

Once we were out the door and in the parking lot did I let her go. I was about to explain myself to her and talk to her about everything going on because she is my mother but she cut me off. Instead of listening to my side of the story or what I had to say, she said, “I’m disappointed in you.”

Ouch.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Trusting a vampire! What in the name of Artena possessed you to trust him of all people?” she pleaded. She pulled a sage stick out of her pocket and lit it and let the fumes soak the air. “I didn’t tell him. He worked it out when he feed on me. I swear I didn’t tell anyone about being a Half-Blood.”

“I believe you honey” she said, holding my face in the palm of he hands, “But you need to get this under control, for you and your grandmother’s sake before it gets out of hand and spreads.”

I rolled my eyes impatiently, of course she’s pulling this card again, “I’m sick of being in the dark! Why can’t you just tell me the bigger picture?” I pleaded. “I’m sorry sweetie but this is the way it is going to be. I’ve given you enough witch training, you will finish school until then, everything stays the same.”

“Whatever.” I tried to walk away but she pulled me back. “It’s safer this way.” She said.

Yes, because insecurity and uncertainty is always safer. My voice came out hoarse, “I have somewhere to be.” And then, because I am a teenager who never has temper tantrum or mental breakdowns, I walked away.

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Ah, the infirmary. Oh the places you’ll go.

I let myself in. Most of the beds weren’t full only because it’s too early in the year. Steel beds with white sheets lined the walls and right I the corner, in the only occupied bed, was Malcom.

I feel bad for taking so long to visit. My slow footsteps echoed off the white floor and walls. “Malcom?” I whispered once I thought I was close enough. He didn’t respond. As I got closer I noticed how pale he had gotten and his weight loss. The head of his bed was away from the wall so I crouched in the space behind it. “Oh God Malcom. What did you get yourself into?” I whispered half smiling, half crying inside.