"Do you think she has the power, Grace?" A short woman with dyed light blue hair looked to my grandmother for answers.
"I am postive," replied my grandmother. "She ahs been showing signs since she was baby."
"Her mother failed to cut her powers off." A man seguinte to my grandmother shook his head in disgust. "You can not lock up a witch's power."
"Wait . . . what?" I was only listening to about half of the conversation but I distinctly head the word "witch".
"Hush, child," wanted my grandmother. "Betty, Alec, we will continue this conversation outside. Christoper and Jasmine, please watch over my grandchild while I am gone."
Christoper glared at me with pure hatred. He looked to be around my age, dark brown hair, and intense grey eyes. He seem to be staring through me.
"You do not belong here," growled Christoper. "The Elders are fools to think you have any power at all. You are not apart of us."
"Christoper!" jasmim stared at Christopher probably begging him to hush. "They might hear you."
"Let them," said Christopher. He stalked off into another room muttering to himself.
"Sorry about him," apoloized Jasmine. She had dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes, and she appeared to be in her early 20's while I am 16. "He just can not stand having another witch to compete against for the crown."
"But I am not a witch." jasmim simply smiled and patted my shoulder.
"You have no clue about your true potential," said Jasmine. "Do you realize what is happening? You are being enrolled into our society."
"The society of freaks?" jasmim laughed at my comment. "I am not a witch." My temper was rising and I knew what would happen if I get to angry.
"Do not worry, soon you will be happy to cadastrar-se us."
I felt it. My normal black hair changed from black to a dark shade of red.
"See!" jasmim was jumping around while my grandmother, Betty, and Alec came from outside. "She has the power and the gift! She is one of us!" My grandmother tried to smile but it came out as frown.
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I was kept in a small, all white room with a televison, bed, and a mini fridge. It has been two whole days and no one has came to explain anything to me.
My best friend, Holly, was probably freaking out.
There was a soft knock. My grandmother came through the door. She wobbled over to me and sat on the cama seguinte to me.
"You are most likely wondering why you are here." She looked at my now black hair. I nodded my head in agreement. "Well, this will be much easier to explain if you try not to interrupt me."
"I just want ot know what is going on." I rested my head in my hands. If only my mother was alive to get me away from my grandmother's instane friends.
"You are a witch and so is your mother and so am I. The Casper girls have been known to possess magical powers. Your motehr was once the leader of all the witches in Utah but when she married your mortal father and had you, her outlook on life changed. She married a mortal man and had a half witch, half mortal daughter, that's you. She did not want the mortal to find out the truth about her but he did and he left both of you. Your mother raised you to be a mortal but she trusted you with me before she died. Now here we are."
"I am not a witch," i protested. Even as I said the words, I doubted them. If I was a witch, it would explain my changing hair color.
"Please do not utter those words," pleaded grandmother. "You are and you must believe it because if you do not then you can not take over leadership. I will be forced to give the crown to Christopher."
"What is wrong with him? He obviously wants it mais then I do." I lifted my head up tos ee my grandmother's green eyes filled with saddness. It had never occured to me that she has lost a daughter recently. She probably could not bare the thought of losing me because of this argument.
"Christopher is a fraud. He is not a true witch. He is faking but no one believes me. I fyou take the crown then I will not have to worry about Christopher.
"How is he a fraud?" I will admit that Christopher does act a little like a psychopath. "Besides, I do not want to take thepower. I do not want to be the leader of this mythical group."
"Abigail, please. I do not want you to be unhappy but I also know what is best for you. What is best for you is embracing your roots as a witch."
"I do not know what is best for me anymore." I turned my eyes away from my grandmother.
"Abigail, you are a witch and I will prove it to you." My grandmother grabbed both of my hands in hers. All of a sudden, I could feel myself floating in the air. My hair was changing as cores rapidly now and for some reasonI knew what my grandmother was telling is the truth.
"I know what I must do now, grandmother," I said.
The End
