I was seven years old when I first got called a Witch.
People had always wondered about me. My parents didn't talk about my adoption, so neither did I. I knew about it, but I didn't think anything of it. I didn't really understand the meaning of the word. I had a family, why should I care if they weren't the first people to hold me when I was born? They loved me, they cared for me, that's all that mattered.
I had mum. She was blonde and plump, she had rosy cheeks and her hair was always near and tidy. She wore casual jeans and casual tops, and would pick me up from school in her citroen, just like every other mum.
I had a dad too. He was short, bald, and had a giant bière belly. He had a laugh louder than the sound of a tractor, smily eyes and was always fully of a lame jokes.
Sometimes the two of them would argue, and I'd sit there with my hands cupped over my ears, blocking out the noise. They'd always make up again though. Always.
I had a brother too; he came along when I was about four years old. My soft mum and chirpy dad asked me if I'd like a sibling, maybe a little brother?
I wasn't so sure at first. They boys at school were disgusting and annoying and their humour was limitted to farting. But they took me with them to see a social worker. There was a mother there. A sad looking, thin, dark haired lady who was holding a little wailing bundle.
"Here Emily, look, isn't he lovely", my mother said, smiling at me. The baby was crying, though she was right, he was lovely.
The strange woman placed him in my arms, and immediately, he stopped crying. I saw my parents grasp eachother and exchange delightful dlances. Then I looked down and saw wide, blue eyes staring at me. I stared back, and I knew that I had a baby brother.
He was still a toddler at that point, crawling round and burbling in his funny little language, little Ben. He'd go to his nursery group and play in the sandpit. I, on the other hand, had to go to school. Proper school.
I didn't mind school actually. I was good at English, Art, Drama and Music. And I had a best friend. The bestest friend I could every wish for. She was fair, dainty and a happy little girl who accepted me for who I am. We'll call her Charlotte. We played imaginary games together and made up a secret language. Every weekend we had a sleepover and would alternate houses, and a lot of the time we would arrange to go to eachother's houses after school. We were best friends, and we knew that we always would be. I helped her come up with ideas for english homework, and would help her with the notes on the piano and teach her how to present herself in drama. She'd help me me with my maths and science and french homework, explaining things in a much simpler way that the teachers. We did it together. We ignored everyone else and what they thought of us, mostly what they thought of me), we didn't care.
I was a funny looking kid. I had the longest hair imaginable. Long, dark, wild, curly hair which I could sit on without any effort. My mum brushed it for me every morning, every night, but it didn't stop it from getting tangly. It was my manteau for protection. I didn't care that it wasn't neat and tidy and perfect like everyone else's, I wanted to be me, and that meant that my hair was wild free, flying behind me in the wind.
I always had to tie it up twice a week for PE. I was useless at handling it par myself, so my mum would send me to school with bunchies, multi-coloured hairbands, braids and dozens of plaits. I was still unique, I still felt like me.
I had big strange eyes too. If toi had to classify them, you'd say they were hazel, but they're not really. They were brown and green sure, but toi wouldn't say they were hazel. The green in the was so green you'd call it bright emerald, and the brown was so dark it could be black. If toi were to look closely, you'd see that patterns were formed in them, tiny, weird, unusual patterns that people didn't like to pay too much attention to. Because if they were to pay too much attention, they've have to chercher for impossible explanations.
I had pale skin, pêche, peach lips and dimples that wouldn't fade when I smiled. My mum would tell me that I was a cute, pretty kid. It made me feel happy, special. Now I realize that she probably never meant it. She was just doing her job.
I had a soft haired, smily teacher at school. She held our hands in the playground and would cuddle us if we fell over and hurt our knee. Me and charlotte never really hung on her hand ou needed any cuddling. We were happy on her own.
But then, a girl got involved; she just had to. We'll call her Nina. Nina was the sort of child that thought that the whole world revolved around her. She had long blonde hair and blue sparkly eyes. Her skin was perfect; there wasn't even one freckle on her nose. She was mean, she was spiteful. She had a friend called - Ashley. Ashley was like her personal doormat, following her around and hanging on her every word. She was blond too. Just not quite as pretty and pristine as Nina.
We were sitting in class, lire our lire books. Well, me and the majority of the class were. I was lire the first Harry Potter book. My mum had been lire them to me ever since I was small, and I'd now decided that I could tackle them par myself. charlotte was slotted in suivant to me at our desk, lire her copy of a Jacqueline Wilson book.
I could hear Nina and Ashley whispering behind me, giggling. I blocked the noice out, determined to keep myself centred in Hogwarts with Harry, Hermione and Ron.
They wouldn't be quiet though. The constant rabbiting was burning in my ears. I looked over at the teacher, but she was busy on her laptop, zoned in. I sighed, and charlotte rolled her eyes at me, montrer me her annoyance as well.
That's when I felt something prodding me in my back. I turned round sharply to see Nina and Ashley snorting hysterically. "Grow up", I said, in my little seven-year old voice, but they just ignored me and laughed harder.
I turned back round, and I felt it again. A hard, sharp pain that made me flinch.
I moved to face them. "Go away" I a dit angrily.
"Calm down Emily, it's just a joke. Why do toi take everything so seriously?" Nina said, poking me again with her badge.
"Why do toi have to be so horrible?" I'd replied, and Nina had sneered.
"I'm not horrible, I'm not the one that loves some aléatoire people plus than my own mum and dad". Nina had said, meanly.
I didn't understand what she meant at first. If only I hadn't asked.
"Well", Nina had continued. "You just left your mum and dad and got yourself adopted, didn't you? Did toi not think about their feelings at all?" she jeered. She wasn't confused, she knew exactly why people got adopted.
"You know it wasn't like that", I'd growled.
"Oh, what was it like then Em? Oh, silly me, I forgot. It was your mum and dad who didn't want you. And I don't blame them, look at you! You're so ugly and stinky!" she'd said, holding her nose, and Ashley laughed and did the same.
I burned bright red, staring at her, staring.
charlotte touched my hand and I jumped in alarm. "Ignore her", she a dit to me, but my eyes were fixed on Nina. She was swinging on her chair, swinging. She had a smirk plastered all over her smug little face. She'd won.
SMACK.
suivant thing I knew, Nina was lying on the floor, crying, blood dripping all over the room. The ambulance came and took her away. She came back to school a few days later, stitches in her head. She didn't make eye contact with me. But I heard her talking to Ashley behind me.
"It was her Ash. It was Emily; that stupid girl. She made me tip over, I swear."
Ashley had nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I saw the way she was looking at you. She's so creepy. She'll pay back for what she did for you."
"Of course. That Witch."
I wondered for ages after all. I wasn't like Harry Potter, I couldn't make things happen with my eyes, I wasn't a real witch. Nina had slipped too far, I knew that, she must have known that really. But the name stuck, and I was blamed - par everyone. I wasn't a witch I knew. I didn't ever make anything happen at all, not before ou after the incident. But I liked the idea all the same.
I was Emily. Brave, bold, mysterious and magical.
The Witch. What plus can toi say?
People had always wondered about me. My parents didn't talk about my adoption, so neither did I. I knew about it, but I didn't think anything of it. I didn't really understand the meaning of the word. I had a family, why should I care if they weren't the first people to hold me when I was born? They loved me, they cared for me, that's all that mattered.
I had mum. She was blonde and plump, she had rosy cheeks and her hair was always near and tidy. She wore casual jeans and casual tops, and would pick me up from school in her citroen, just like every other mum.
I had a dad too. He was short, bald, and had a giant bière belly. He had a laugh louder than the sound of a tractor, smily eyes and was always fully of a lame jokes.
Sometimes the two of them would argue, and I'd sit there with my hands cupped over my ears, blocking out the noise. They'd always make up again though. Always.
I had a brother too; he came along when I was about four years old. My soft mum and chirpy dad asked me if I'd like a sibling, maybe a little brother?
I wasn't so sure at first. They boys at school were disgusting and annoying and their humour was limitted to farting. But they took me with them to see a social worker. There was a mother there. A sad looking, thin, dark haired lady who was holding a little wailing bundle.
"Here Emily, look, isn't he lovely", my mother said, smiling at me. The baby was crying, though she was right, he was lovely.
The strange woman placed him in my arms, and immediately, he stopped crying. I saw my parents grasp eachother and exchange delightful dlances. Then I looked down and saw wide, blue eyes staring at me. I stared back, and I knew that I had a baby brother.
He was still a toddler at that point, crawling round and burbling in his funny little language, little Ben. He'd go to his nursery group and play in the sandpit. I, on the other hand, had to go to school. Proper school.
I didn't mind school actually. I was good at English, Art, Drama and Music. And I had a best friend. The bestest friend I could every wish for. She was fair, dainty and a happy little girl who accepted me for who I am. We'll call her Charlotte. We played imaginary games together and made up a secret language. Every weekend we had a sleepover and would alternate houses, and a lot of the time we would arrange to go to eachother's houses after school. We were best friends, and we knew that we always would be. I helped her come up with ideas for english homework, and would help her with the notes on the piano and teach her how to present herself in drama. She'd help me me with my maths and science and french homework, explaining things in a much simpler way that the teachers. We did it together. We ignored everyone else and what they thought of us, mostly what they thought of me), we didn't care.
I was a funny looking kid. I had the longest hair imaginable. Long, dark, wild, curly hair which I could sit on without any effort. My mum brushed it for me every morning, every night, but it didn't stop it from getting tangly. It was my manteau for protection. I didn't care that it wasn't neat and tidy and perfect like everyone else's, I wanted to be me, and that meant that my hair was wild free, flying behind me in the wind.
I always had to tie it up twice a week for PE. I was useless at handling it par myself, so my mum would send me to school with bunchies, multi-coloured hairbands, braids and dozens of plaits. I was still unique, I still felt like me.
I had big strange eyes too. If toi had to classify them, you'd say they were hazel, but they're not really. They were brown and green sure, but toi wouldn't say they were hazel. The green in the was so green you'd call it bright emerald, and the brown was so dark it could be black. If toi were to look closely, you'd see that patterns were formed in them, tiny, weird, unusual patterns that people didn't like to pay too much attention to. Because if they were to pay too much attention, they've have to chercher for impossible explanations.
I had pale skin, pêche, peach lips and dimples that wouldn't fade when I smiled. My mum would tell me that I was a cute, pretty kid. It made me feel happy, special. Now I realize that she probably never meant it. She was just doing her job.
I had a soft haired, smily teacher at school. She held our hands in the playground and would cuddle us if we fell over and hurt our knee. Me and charlotte never really hung on her hand ou needed any cuddling. We were happy on her own.
But then, a girl got involved; she just had to. We'll call her Nina. Nina was the sort of child that thought that the whole world revolved around her. She had long blonde hair and blue sparkly eyes. Her skin was perfect; there wasn't even one freckle on her nose. She was mean, she was spiteful. She had a friend called - Ashley. Ashley was like her personal doormat, following her around and hanging on her every word. She was blond too. Just not quite as pretty and pristine as Nina.
We were sitting in class, lire our lire books. Well, me and the majority of the class were. I was lire the first Harry Potter book. My mum had been lire them to me ever since I was small, and I'd now decided that I could tackle them par myself. charlotte was slotted in suivant to me at our desk, lire her copy of a Jacqueline Wilson book.
I could hear Nina and Ashley whispering behind me, giggling. I blocked the noice out, determined to keep myself centred in Hogwarts with Harry, Hermione and Ron.
They wouldn't be quiet though. The constant rabbiting was burning in my ears. I looked over at the teacher, but she was busy on her laptop, zoned in. I sighed, and charlotte rolled her eyes at me, montrer me her annoyance as well.
That's when I felt something prodding me in my back. I turned round sharply to see Nina and Ashley snorting hysterically. "Grow up", I said, in my little seven-year old voice, but they just ignored me and laughed harder.
I turned back round, and I felt it again. A hard, sharp pain that made me flinch.
I moved to face them. "Go away" I a dit angrily.
"Calm down Emily, it's just a joke. Why do toi take everything so seriously?" Nina said, poking me again with her badge.
"Why do toi have to be so horrible?" I'd replied, and Nina had sneered.
"I'm not horrible, I'm not the one that loves some aléatoire people plus than my own mum and dad". Nina had said, meanly.
I didn't understand what she meant at first. If only I hadn't asked.
"Well", Nina had continued. "You just left your mum and dad and got yourself adopted, didn't you? Did toi not think about their feelings at all?" she jeered. She wasn't confused, she knew exactly why people got adopted.
"You know it wasn't like that", I'd growled.
"Oh, what was it like then Em? Oh, silly me, I forgot. It was your mum and dad who didn't want you. And I don't blame them, look at you! You're so ugly and stinky!" she'd said, holding her nose, and Ashley laughed and did the same.
I burned bright red, staring at her, staring.
charlotte touched my hand and I jumped in alarm. "Ignore her", she a dit to me, but my eyes were fixed on Nina. She was swinging on her chair, swinging. She had a smirk plastered all over her smug little face. She'd won.
SMACK.
suivant thing I knew, Nina was lying on the floor, crying, blood dripping all over the room. The ambulance came and took her away. She came back to school a few days later, stitches in her head. She didn't make eye contact with me. But I heard her talking to Ashley behind me.
"It was her Ash. It was Emily; that stupid girl. She made me tip over, I swear."
Ashley had nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I saw the way she was looking at you. She's so creepy. She'll pay back for what she did for you."
"Of course. That Witch."
I wondered for ages after all. I wasn't like Harry Potter, I couldn't make things happen with my eyes, I wasn't a real witch. Nina had slipped too far, I knew that, she must have known that really. But the name stuck, and I was blamed - par everyone. I wasn't a witch I knew. I didn't ever make anything happen at all, not before ou after the incident. But I liked the idea all the same.
I was Emily. Brave, bold, mysterious and magical.
The Witch. What plus can toi say?
my friend sent me this text message a while il y a and i thought it was hilarious!!!
i need to ask toi somethingand i want toi to be totally honest with me. it may be awkward between us after this but i have to kow how toi feel... I've kept it in for a while now but now it's time to be straight up and just confront you. i hope this doesn't ruin anything we have, i just need to know and i dont see any other way i could get over this. it just doesn't seem fair if i dont gett an answer. i want toi to tell me truthfully, please no matter how harsh it is. i just want your hoest opinion...
Pepsi ou Coke?
Ha ha ha ha !!!
Funny.
i need to ask toi somethingand i want toi to be totally honest with me. it may be awkward between us after this but i have to kow how toi feel... I've kept it in for a while now but now it's time to be straight up and just confront you. i hope this doesn't ruin anything we have, i just need to know and i dont see any other way i could get over this. it just doesn't seem fair if i dont gett an answer. i want toi to tell me truthfully, please no matter how harsh it is. i just want your hoest opinion...
Pepsi ou Coke?
Ha ha ha ha !!!
Funny.
•Everyone in this place is unhappy. And since they're unhappy, they're probably looking for someone worse off than they are.
•You know who isn't human? toi know who isn't human?! PEOPLE LIKE YOU!
•Up to this day, I've never killed a single human.
•You will never see me again.
•I was going to let toi go; after all, there aren't many of us out there, but you're just such a pain in the ass.
•Please forget about everything.
•Are toi enjoying this?
Kouta: "I thought we were friends."
Lucy: "We are friends, that's why you're still alive."
Kouta: "You killed my father, Kanae.. and my sister Kanae... For that I will never forgive you."
Lucy: "All this time, I've lived in hope of telling toi how sorry I am, I've fought armies, just to have this chance, but now, there's nothing I can say that's good enough."
Kurama: "Regret is the domain of those who have earned the right to look back on the past. All I have is shame."
The End
•You know who isn't human? toi know who isn't human?! PEOPLE LIKE YOU!
•Up to this day, I've never killed a single human.
•You will never see me again.
•I was going to let toi go; after all, there aren't many of us out there, but you're just such a pain in the ass.
•Please forget about everything.
•Are toi enjoying this?
Kouta: "I thought we were friends."
Lucy: "We are friends, that's why you're still alive."
Kouta: "You killed my father, Kanae.. and my sister Kanae... For that I will never forgive you."
Lucy: "All this time, I've lived in hope of telling toi how sorry I am, I've fought armies, just to have this chance, but now, there's nothing I can say that's good enough."
Kurama: "Regret is the domain of those who have earned the right to look back on the past. All I have is shame."
The End