• Prologue

    The knife went right through me! I could see myself blacking out. I looked around for help. “Anyone!” a whisper came out. BAAM!! My head landed on the ground. Breathe! I need to BREATHE!



    “Ow! That gotta hurt!” Emone said, in his sonorous, British accent. “Only if you’d listened to me! You could’ve been with me; you could’ve been my queen. But no, you had to choose that b*****d! What the hell did you see in him that you didn’t see in me?”

    “Shut up, please, just…just shut up!” my voice squeaked out. It was getting difficult for me to breathe. I could feel my body getting numb. I knew I didn’t have much time but if only…only once I could see him!

    “You know you could still live…” he said as he kneeled and put his hand on my forehead. I moved my head out of his reach. “In fact, you won’t ever have to die! You just gotta let me take a bite. It won’t hurt a bit!”

    “NEVER! I only belong to one, and that is not you! It can never be you, Emone! NEVER! I know he’ll come; he’ll come and definitely save me….” I just hope he makes it on time! But instead of saying anything, Emone just smiled, lowered down, and put his mouth on my neck. Get away from me, I screamed on top of my lungs, but no voice came out. I tried sliding away, but it didn’t help much. No, I can’t let him do this, I thought. Florenz! Florenz help! PLEASE!!! I closed my eyes as tight as possible, hoping to hear his voice. This time, even my magic couldn’t help me!　




    Chapter 1


    I woke up covered in sweat. I looked around hoping the dream wasn’t real. Phew! It wasn’t real! But I still didn’t trust myself. I knew something was going to happen, something bad. I gulped and got out of bed. My room, like always was too clean to be messy. And like always I was too lazy to make the bed the normal human way. By using my hands. So I used the other way, with magic. I brought up my finger and pointed in the direction of the bed. The next thing I knew the bed was made, everything in its place. The pillows gently put alongside my bed set, with the sheets neatly laid underneath them.

    “Cécile!” I heard someone yell from downstairs.

    I quickly changed my clothes and rushed downstairs. No reason to be late on the last day of school. Yep! Last day of school, but no ordinary school…witches school! When my parents first found out that I was a witch, they were forced to send me here by my grandma. They didn’t really want to at first, and almost didn’t, but when my magic started working uncontrollably by itself, well they had to. I was only five when I first came to Mahnahtann Witch School. I never saw my parents and rarely talked to them over email or phone. So I really don’t remember what my parents look like. Now after 12 years I’m finally going to see them.


    Diing!! “Coming!” I raced to the door with my books held hard against my chest.

    “Ready?” Emi asked.

    “Ready!” I replied, nodding my head.

    Emi was one of my best friends. She had a great sense of humor. Her little, grayish, vampire-looking eyes always made me want to hug her! Even if we witches hated vampires, I still loved her. Her brownish hair shining in the sun with her fiery skin color. She held her black and white Hello Kitty purse as we would walk to school together everyday. Her jokes always made me forget about everything. Sometimes, even time!

    “So, what do you think about my outfit?”

    I looked at her from head to toe, examining her carefully. She was wearing a sky blue blouse with an arm length, black skirt. Something normal witches won‘t wear. “Like a joker!” I said laughing.

    “Really?” she asked.

    “No…. you look pretty! Why are you so dressed anyways?”

    “Well…… you remember the time when I was telling you about this interview that I wanted to go to, so I can show my pictures to the world…..” she took a long breath and spoke more, “…..well they interviewed me after school yesterday and called me this morning and told me they would like me to come to Europe during the summer! They’re going to take a picture of me in school today morning and broadcast it on the news! Can you believe it?”

    “NOOOO WAAY!! I can’t!” we both squealed happily, dancing around. Emi always liked to draw. She was a great artist who loved using different colors.

    Emi and I had become really good friends on the first day of school. Not many people seemed to like her ‘cause of her outcast clothes. She dressed different, but was still a really good witch. And well, I was the only one who accepted her. I’m really going to miss her when I leave.

    Most witches are required to stay here until their college years are done too, but my parents wanted me to come home so I could experience the human life of my teenage years too. I think it’s going to be really hard, since I’ve never even went to a normal high school or made friends with humans. Would they like me the way I am?

    Witches were also required to dress in black. Like black fishnets beneath the mini leather, black skirt and the black tank top beneath the black, leather jacket. But they weren’t forced to wear it, it was optional. I just hope I won’t have to change myself in the human world!