"Wow" I said, "you have really pretty green eyes."
We were in my mother's room, playing makeover. We had met a week earlier, when her family had moved in down the street.
"Thanks." Said Morgan, smiling politely at me.
"You're lucky. I wish I didn't have such boring brown eyes."
"I think your eyes are pretty too." She replied, looking slightly uncomfortable.
"Yeah, but can you imagine if I had big blue eyes like my grandmother?" I gestured at the picture of Grandma sitting on Mum's dresser.
"She's really pretty." said Morgan.
I stared in the mirror, imagining what I would look like if I had those bright blue eyes.
I guess I must have a pretty powerful imagination, because it really did seem as though reflection staring back at me had big blue eyes, in place of my brown ones.
"How did you do that?" Morgan shrieked excitedly.
"Do what?"
"Your eyes! They're blue!" She yelled.
"But- What- How is that possible?" I asked, as if Morgan had the answer.
"It's like magic." She replied in a hushed tone.
"Yeah." I said dazedly, still not sure whether this was just some elaborate prank. How could I have possibly changed the color of my eyes by simply willing them to be blue?
"Can you change them again?" Morgan inquired.
"I don't know."
"Well try! Make them look like my eyes!" She urged, far more excited about this then I was.
"I don't know." I said nervously.
"Please." She begged.
So I studied her eyes carefully, then looked at the mirror and pictured my face with her eyes.
I blinked, and there I was, complete with Morgan's bright green eyes.
"This is so awesome!" She yelled, laughing at the same time at the shocked expression on my face.
"I guess it sort of is." I said, gradually becoming more excited about this new found talent.
"Close your eyes." I told her. She obeyed at once, giggling as she cover her eyes with her hands.
I looked at my reflection and concentrated, until I was satisfied that my eyes were completely changed.
"OK, open."
She opened her eyes and screamed, before collapsing into a fit of giggles at the sight of my fiery red eyes, looking like something out of a Halloween film.
"Can you imagine the sort of pranks we could pull on Jack?" She asked, no doubt thinking of all the great new ways to torment her younger brother.
"Well," I said slowly, still unsure, "I think it would be better if we didn't tell anyone at all."
I was surprised at how calmly she was taking this, considering how freaked out I was.
"I guess you're right." She sighed, "But it would be awesome."
"Yeah, it would" I agreed.
My name is Ingrid Louise Hobbs, and this is how I discovered that I am a witch.