Chapter 1
"I love you" Zach said for the hundredth time as we exited the library together. I looked up at him as we both walked out, hand in hand. "I love you too" I said back.
He grinned down at me, his dark brown orbs filled with passion and love for me. That's what I loved the most about him, his eyes. They seemed so comfortable and welcoming. They were the reason a person, particularly me, felt at ease.
"My mom's making me go to my aunt's place today. I don't want to, but..."
"You have to" I continued it for him as we both sat down on the bench next to the library, our books in hands.
"Yeah, I have to" He kissed me on my head and I closed my eyes at the small yet loving gesture.
"I'm free tomorrow, you wanna have movie night with Terry and Jack?" He asked me, mentioning our friends.
"Yeah, sure"
The rest of our time passed while we talked about random things with each other. It was a beautiful day and I didn't want to go home. I just wanted to sleep with him on the bench.
Zach was absolutely the best thing to happen to me this year. We had been best friends for seven years and I couldn't risk saying 'no' when he asked me to be his girlfriend. And I quote 'Rachel Adams, will you be my forever and ever and ever girlfriend? Because seriously, I'm done with pretending like I don't like you enough to be your boyfriend'
I still remember laughing wholeheartedly at his confession because it was cute but, proud, because it was genuine and honest.
I didn't remember closing my eyes while thinking of such calming thoughts but the next thing I knew, Zach was poking me on the shoulder to wake me up. “Wake up!” He kept laughing as he moved me repeatedly. “Alright, Alright, I'm up” Quickly, I stood up from the bench and kissed him on the cheek before jogging out of the area and back to my own house. He didn't follow me because his mom was there to pick him up in her car so I walked up to my house alone but I didn't have a problem because it was right around the corner.
“Mom, I'm home” I informed as I took off my shoes and entered the kitchen where my mother was talking to someone on the phone. “What's the matter?” I asked, she turned around and her hands were on her forehead as if she had a headache.
“Mom?” I went up to her and wrapped my arms around her and she started crying. I didn't understand what the hell was happening but I kept quiet so she could calm down first. This was weird, and the first time something like that had happened to my mom. I was perplexed but I didn't say a word because she wasn't in the condition to answer my questions.
As she started wiping off her tears and detached from my grip, I looked at her like a mother looks at her child, not the other way around. “Mom? Can we sit down and talk please?” She hysterically nodded and took off her apron as she walked over to one of the couches in the living room and I closely followed her, watching as she sat down.
“That was your grandma on the phone” My mother informed me. I nodded at the little amount of words but there was definitely more to listen. “Look... Rachel... I... I don't know how—” She facepalmed herself and sucked in a breath so strong I felt like she might explode. “You... You....we... We aren't humans”
“WHAT?” My voice was stuck in my throat as it came out weak and squeaky “What the hell are you saying, mom? Is this some kind of a sick joke?”
“N-No... No, Rachel. We... You... You're a witch. B-but.. but not a bad one. We're good witches. With good motives” I looked at her like she had just said the most disgusting words in her life, because she actually had.
“I've wanted to tell this to you for a long time now... Before you had Zach as your boyfriend, but ... But you were having such a good time.. I ... I didn't wanna ruin it” She looked at me as request came oozing out of her words, a request for me to understand the ‘situation’
“I-I... Please leave me alone” I rushed to my bedroom as the distant voices of my mother calling out to me, almost faded as I slammed the door shut.
I looked at myself in the mirror and traced every single inch of my face. My white skin, my blonde hair, my green eyes and a small pimple near my forehead. “I-I can't be a witch” Saying the words, I lost balance and fell straight on the bed. That's when the tears strongly engulfed me. Apparently, this was the longest time I'd cried nonstop. Four straight hours.
I still remember the day vividly, it all happened so fast and it was definitely the worst day ever.
omg wow I never thought this lol, but the witch is good too, are witches not allowed to have boyfriends? what is so bad about being a witch?