Hi! Thank you so much for reading my other Stories and I will leave a note at the end.
A thank you note!
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Hi! My name's Bianca, Bianca Gaukel, it means to perform magic. I have a quick question to ask you first, do you believe in mythical creatures?
Well I'm a witch. Seriously, the magic world is real, full of witches, wizards, vampires, werewolves, mermaids, pixies, fairies, elves, you name it! I can do spell casting, magic, potions, etc... whatever you mortals say about witches. It's true! But not all of us are evil! Just two of them! I promise, I'm a good witch!
Okay, my best friend and I were being sent to a mortal school, I mean normal school, I mean school. And a lot has happened ever since................
Will anyone find out about their secret identities? Will they keep their secret forever? Will they trust anyone? Will they make any mortal- I mean normal friends without turning them into frogs?
Stick around to find out!
ENJOY!
"What the hell?"
I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose.
But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born.
My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat.
I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath.
My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.