Exile- Hocus Pocus

"I just like your way, the way you feel, how you are, who you are...I'm just drawn to you."

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Willow Fraser was the epitome of being unequivocally herself. As the offbeat, antithetical girl of the school, she would even go so far as to consider herself the outlier in this stupid town of fairytales- Salem, Massachusetts to be exact.

Unlike everyone else, she was used to the scattered arrays of apricot, scarlet, gold, and russet hues coating every visible surface. She saw it every fall, and every fall, it was the exact same. So were the stories. And everyone seemed to love the stories. But she was not everyone.

The only other person who wasn't obsessed with the Halloween stereotypical bullshit that was Salem, was Max Dennison. And he was instantly drawn to the enigma that was Willow Fraser. Something about her made him believe that the chaos was worth it.

But who knows? The Sanderson sisters might just make the two most cynical teenagers in all of Salem believe that it is not, in fact, just a bunch of hocus pocus.

All credit goes to Disney and the Hocus Pocus franchise. I own Willow, her mom, their dialogue, and a few added scenes.

Trigger Warnings:
This story will contain swearing, violence, blood, and a few other topics will be discussed throughout the book.