The Cursed Witch's Life

The Cursed Witch's Life

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Hello I'm Chase. I am/was a thirteen years old witch. Witches are known as evil and cruel. They are. Trust me. Witches are both male and female. Witches have a few... What would it be called, ah yes. "Rules". One of rules that I dislike the most is the rule that if you fail to save your most prized possession (must be a human) and if you fail then the person who witnessed their death has to confiscate your powers and curse you for your death. Another rule is that you must stay AWAY from humans. I broke that rule. I am Chase, the cursed witch. and this is my story. (Please do not steal any of my ideas without asking. I worked hard on this.)
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