Celeste's POV:
Since a long time ago, 30 years to be exact, wizards and witches have been mortal enemies. The wars. The discrimination. It would not stop. Thankfully now, it has settled down. That doesn't mean the hatred has stopped, it just means we witches make sure we don't go anywhere near wizards.
"Wha-BAM!" I sent a powerful charge into my hand. A neon orange light fired at the object I held in my right hand. "Hahahaha! Perfect!" I cried. The sweet tea I had was now turned into a one of many healing potions. I sighed enlightened. "Another job well done, Celeste." I had to admit, I was a bit cocky at times! But that changes no differences that I am a wonderful spell-casting witch! I put the citrus-smelling potion down on my nightstand and jumped on my bed. I blew my midnight lavender hair out of my face. I live with my mother and aunt. We witches are mostly female, I have to say, it would be down-right embarrassing for guys to be called witches! Anyway, I am Celeste Herrand, age 14. My mother, who is bitterly strict, has taught me best about what and what not to do. Like how wizards are nothing about cruel wand-casters! Another thing is how to use spells of course! My aunt Natalie, shes a gorgeous witch with sparkling strawberry-blonde hair! Shes also won a championship for certain spell comptitions. I wish I got her beauty and mellowness from her!
"Celeste! Have you finished your spell?" My mother yelled from the kitchen. I'm home schooled, by the way. I rolled my eyes. "Yup." I grabbed it and ran towards her. I held it out. "See? 'Easy as can be!" My mother took her usual time to inspect it. "Hm, yeah, your good. Put it in the chamber please, your done with today's homework. As I walked off I sneaked a mischievous grin. I love using Aunt Natalie's spell book. Its sooo handy! I let out a giggle. After I returned I told my mother, "I'm heading out to Winsburrow Forest! See ya!" And went off before hearing her reply. Now, time for some major training, and I hope I don't run into any pesky wizards!
Since a long time ago, 30 years to be exact, wizards and witches have been mortal enemies. The wars. The discrimination. It would not stop. Thankfully now, it has settled down. That doesn't mean the hatred has stopped, it just means we witches make sure we don't go anywhere near wizards.
"Wha-BAM!" I sent a powerful charge into my hand. A neon orange light fired at the object I held in my right hand. "Hahahaha! Perfect!" I cried. The sweet tea I had was now turned into a one of many healing potions. I sighed enlightened. "Another job well done, Celeste." I had to admit, I was a bit cocky at times! But that changes no differences that I am a wonderful spell-casting witch! I put the citrus-smelling potion down on my nightstand and jumped on my bed. I blew my midnight lavender hair out of my face. I live with my mother and aunt. We witches are mostly female, I have to say, it would be down-right embarrassing for guys to be called witches! Anyway, I am Celeste Herrand, age 14. My mother, who is bitterly strict, has taught me best about what and what not to do. Like how wizards are nothing about cruel wand-casters! Another thing is how to use spells of course! My aunt Natalie, shes a gorgeous witch with sparkling strawberry-blonde hair! Shes also won a championship for certain spell comptitions. I wish I got her beauty and mellowness from her!
"Celeste! Have you finished your spell?" My mother yelled from the kitchen. I'm home schooled, by the way. I rolled my eyes. "Yup." I grabbed it and ran towards her. I held it out. "See? 'Easy as can be!" My mother took her usual time to inspect it. "Hm, yeah, your good. Put it in the chamber please, your done with today's homework. As I walked off I sneaked a mischievous grin. I love using Aunt Natalie's spell book. Its sooo handy! I let out a giggle. After I returned I told my mother, "I'm heading out to Winsburrow Forest! See ya!" And went off before hearing her reply. Now, time for some major training, and I hope I don't run into any pesky wizards!
Jade Adams was making her way home when she saw him. The dark haired kid everyone had been talking about earlier today was walking in the same direction she was. "Hey! You're the new kid in school right?" "Hn?" The boy turned around to face Jade, making her heart skip a beat. He had to be one of the most strikingly beautiful people she had ever seen. He was pale, with onyx colored eyes, and jet black hair that hung over his eyes slightly. "H-hi. I'm Jade..." the poor girl was at a loss for words when he flashed his dazzling smile at her. "Hey, I'm Victor." She blushed slightly and readjusted her Slipknot tee over her black skinny jeans. "Soo... what road do you turn onto to get home?" "I turn onto Salem road, what about you?" Victor looked over at her again, scratching his head awkwardly. "Me too! Wanna walk home together?" "Sure!" The blonde girl started walking ahead, leaving Victor o follow. "So, how do you like it here?"
Its too dark
Too dark to see what is going on
Tripping over the couch
Slamming into the wall
stepping on the remote
It was too dark
The undone dishes
The scattered roses
The broken picture
My broken heart
It was too dark
Believing it would change
That he would change
A Waste
A waste of my time
My Effort
The “No Messages” left on my phone
It was too dark
It was too dark to see what had happened
Too dark to try to fix things
Its just too dark
Someone turn on the light
That light bulb in my head of what Ive done wrong
Its too dark
Too dark to see what is going on
Tripping over the couch
Slamming into the wall
stepping on the remote
It was too dark
The undone dishes
The scattered roses
The broken picture
My broken heart
It was too dark
Believing it would change
That he would change
A Waste
A waste of my time
My Effort
The “No Messages” left on my phone
It was too dark
It was too dark to see what had happened
Too dark to try to fix things
Its just too dark
Someone turn on the light
That light bulb in my head of what Ive done wrong
Its too dark