The Night Of The Witch

Most Teenagers have to worry about pimples or braces or what clothes should you wear today. My problems are a bit bigger than those. My name is Dakota Hollwell and I'm 16 years old. Plus, I'm a witch! Well, I prefer the term, "Magically enhanced". My powers have gotten a little too much to handle. My boyfriend doesn't know what I can do. And, I still can't parallel park.

It had happened in the middle of gym class. We were climbing up a rope when a I slipped and slid down the five feet I'd just climbed and landed on my ass. My head was really hurting and the coach sent me to the Nurse. I had an fever of 101.2°f. The nurse gave me some headache medicine and sent me home. I told my mom what happened, and then went upstairs to change into pajamas. I was just taking off my shirt when I heared a gasp. My mom was staring at my back.

"What?" I ask her. She shook her head.

"Your tattoos." She mumbled.

"Mom, I don't have tattoos." I say.

"There's something I should tell you." She says. She pulls me in front of the mirror and lifs my shirt again. On my back is a black flame. It goes up my back, all the way up my neck and around my hips.

"That wasn't there this morring." I say.

"No. Sit down." My mom points to the bed. I sit on my bed and my mom kneels infront of me. "Sweetie, I was starting to worry that this would never happen. You got your powers. You are a whitch."

That's just the begining.