Hey everyone! Alright so uf you read my story Somebody's Watching Me then you'll probably recognize the beginning of this chapter. For anyone who reads Somebody, you don't have to worry about it, I will still be writing that story along with this, in fact, this story won't have as frequent updates until I finish Somebody since I started Somebody first. I hope you guys enjoy the story, the idea came to me from a dream I had the other day.
Disclaimer: Everything Disney owned is just that, Disney owned. The only thing I own is the plot, and any original characters.
Summary: When Mitchie's Mom decides it's time to move them; she's in for the experience of her life as she finds herself living in Salem with fellow witches and sorcerers like her. Having to adjust to a whole new lifestyle and group of people, will it turn out to be more than she can handle or will she thrive on her new life?
Mitchie sighed as she looked out over her new town. She was currently sitting on the rooftop outside her window cursing everything that came across her path. When she'd told her Mom she was more than happy to move and start over as the person she had grown into, not the invisible one she had been taken to be in her old town she hadn't realized that her mom was going to pack the two of them up and move them to Salem. Yes, Salem. As in the ancestral home of witches.
While she'd grown up knowing very well where her family came from , after all she hadn't grown up practicing around the house for nothing, she didn't exactly mean she wanted to live in a town where everyone practiced magic when she had answered her mom. Yet, here she was looking out at the town of Salem. To everyone human it was as normal a town as any, but behind the façade (one that she was positive was due partially to magic) it was purely magical. Despite the said colonial ongoings, it wasn't actually witches burned at the stake by humans, but instead quite the opposite. How else could the town only be inhabited by witches and sorcerers?
To top it all off, she wasn't going to continue the life she had grown used to in the past 17 years, one consisting of going to school and hanging around town like any normal teenager, while within the closed walls of her home magic was the standard. No, instead she was now going to be going to a magical school bent on 'Helping even the simplest witches and sorcerers find their true potential.' Joy.
While everyone her age was probably more advanced than her she would wind up struggling to finish her senior year of high school. And how exactly was she supposed to really get a normal job after high school. While Salem's secret was safe that didn't mean that it was rumored to be completely normal either.
Sighing once again she pulled herself up to her feet and climbed in through her bedroom window landing softly on the floor.
Looking at her new room she smiled slightly. One good thing did come out of their move. Her mom had felt that since they were now living in Salem she needed to start to apply magic to everything. Because of this her room was exactly how she wanted it. Three out of the four walls were painted and electric blue color while the fourth was white with hot pink, lime green, bright purple, and yellow paint splotches all over it almost as if someone had shot a paintball gun at it. Her light brown bed frame was placed with the headboard centered under the giant window on that wall. Underneath it was a fluffy white rug which was covering part of her light brown hardwood floor, and on top was a plaid comforter, the stripes varying in size and color, her sheets a lime green color, and her pillows hot pink. Against the opposite wall where she was currently standing her matching dresser was to her right just to the side of the window frame, and to the left was a matching desk where her laptop sat and her notbooks and books in the shelves she'd hung above it. On the wall to her left towards the center was the door to the hallway, and her "wall of memories" as she called it. Aka, it was a collage of pictures of her friends and family through the years, ticket stubs, quotes, and so on. On the wall to her right were two doors. The one closest to her dresser was her walk-in closet, and the one closer to her bed was to her bathroom. Next to her bed sat her most important possession though, her guitar.
"Michelle Amuelia Torres if you don't hurry up you're going to be late for school!" her mother shouted from downstairs.
Grimacing at the use of her full name she grabbed her black tote bag before glancing at herself one last time in the mirror on the back of her door.
Smoothing her hands over the material of her black and white plaid pleated skirt and pulling the bottom of her red AC/DC shirt she pushed her feet into her black slouch boots and made her way down the stairs through the entryway past the living room, the bathroom, and her mother's bedroom and into the kitchen. Another good thing about this house was that her room was the only one on her floor meaning she had it all to herself.
Flouncing into the kitchen she grabbed an apple out of the bowl on the counter taking a nice big bite. A miracle of magic being that her lip gloss wasn't smudged the slightest bit. Smiling at her mother she slung her tote bag over her shoulder.
"Why are you so worried about me being on time when it'll take like 5 seconds to zap myself to school?" she asked.
Her mother in turn looked at her guiltily. "Well, about that Mitchie…you can't exactly zap yourself to and from paces here."
"What? Why not? I thought this town was all about magic?" she asked confused.
"It is but well you don't have your license yet." He mom answered.
Choking the bit of apple she'd taken Mitchie gaped at her Mom. "You have got to be kidding me! You have to have a license to zap yourself to and from here! That's ridiculous!"
"Well it's just the same as if you were actually driving because as you know from experience, when you're younger it's harder to make sure you zap to the right place." Her mother explained calmingly. Mitchie meanwhile couldn't believe her mom was bringing that up. So when she was twelve she accidently zapped herself into an R movie instead of the PG-13 movie she'd meant to. Big whoop. She'd zapped herself out as soon as she realized what she was watching was most definitely not Harry Potter. (What? It's more fun than you'd think to watch the human interpretation of magic.)
Looking at the clock on the wall Mitchie's eyes widened. "Snap!" she shouted before dashing for the front door and praying to all god that she'd get to school on time and without getting lost.
In her haste she did manage to get to school right before the bell rang, but in her haste to get to the office and get her schedule she missed the curly-haired boy in jeans and a plaid button up in front of her and ended up sending the two of them sprawling to the ground.
Scrambling to stand up she watched as the boy pulled himself up much more gracefully than her and just brush himself off as if this sort of thing happened all the time.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" she exclaimed. "See, I'm sort of in a rush cause I thought I was going to be late or get lost on my way here, and then I need to get to the office still, and oh my gosh I am so sorry!" she rambled.
The boy looked at her a slight smile gracing his features. "It's alright. I'm Nate." He said holding out his hand.
"Michelle, but you can call me Mitchie." She said shaking his hand.
He started to turn around and head towards his class undoubtedly before she spoke after him.
"Um Nate! Wait!" she called out casing him to turn around. "Um, would you by any chance be willing to show me where the office is?" she blushed.
"New here?" he asked that smile gracing his features again.
Blushing even more at the apparency of her situation she shook her head yes. Following him as he shook his head towards the doors at the end of the hall in front of them.
"So what grade are you in?" Nate asked as he held the office door open for her. Maybe chivalry wasn't dead after all.
"I'm a senior. You?" she asked walking in giving him a thankful look.
"Junior." He replied causing her to frown. Of course she met someone, but she would undoubtedly have any classes with him. Noticing her frown he smiled. "Don't worry, I have a brother Shane who's a senior. I'll send him a note that you're here and that he should try to cross paths with you." He spoke.
"A note? How can you do that in school if you're not in the same class?" she asked confused.
Looking at her, confusion matched he was quick to question back, "You don't know how to send notes"
She shook her head no. "I was raised only practicing basic magic within my home in the mortal world.
A look of understanding crossed his features. "To send a note you basically write something down, make up a little rhyme including the person's name and poof it's in their possession."
"Oohh…"she trailed off.
"Can I help you?" asked the woman behind the desk. She looked to be about 45 with short black hair and a kind smile.
"Umm…yes…" she trailed off looking for a name sign, "Ms. Erkshire. I'm new here and I need my class schedule."
"Ah yes, Michelle Torres." She said pointing her finger at her desk and mumbling a few words under her breath. "Here you go." She smiled as a paper popped up on her desk.
Taking it she smiled kindly at the woman. "Thank you."
Turning around she saw that Nate was waiting for her. "What classes do you have?" he asked her.
Looking down at the sheet in her hands she read the words out loud as the two slowly walk out of the office.
Student: Michelle Amuelia Torres
Year: 2009
Parents: Connelia Torres (M) ___ ________________________
Homeroom: ----------/ Room 188 / Mrs. Alingt
Period 1: Potions 4 / Room 304 / Mr. Elwark
Period 2: The History of Magic / Room 153 / Mrs. Klinter
Period 3: Music / Room 226 / Mr. Brown
Period 4: Spells 4 / Room 271 / Mr. Heismin
----------- Lunch Cafeteria ------------
Period 5: Calculus / Room 149 / Mrs. Neilten
Period 6: Gym / Gym / Mrs. Trixton
Period 7: Defence Magic / Room 87 / Mr. Oping
__________________________________________________
Locker Number: 38295 Combo:28, 31, 36
"Wait, I thought you said you trained in the human world?" he asked confused.
"Yeah, I did. Why?" she asked looking at him curiously.
"Well, Potions 4 and Spells 4 are typically senior classes, but with your lack of proper training I would've thought you would've been put in an easier class." He explained.
"Well, I guess they felt I could do it." She shrugged. "I mean, I did have to take an exam to get in."
"Wait, you took the acceptance exam and placed in these classes?" he said shocked. "Well then someone's got skill." He finished stopping in the front hall. "Well this is where I leave." He spoke.
"Wait!" exclaimed as he got ready to zap himself.
"What?" he asked confused.
"Can you show me how to get to class?" she asked embarrassed.
"You do know how to zap right?" he asked stunned.
"Yeah, but I don't have my license." She blushed.
Laughing slightly he looked at her. "Don't worry, you don't need your license in school. As a student the only way you can get to class here is through zapping. We don't have doors."
Smiling she thanked him as he began to zap himself.
"Just before he was gone though he waved and said, "See you in music!" Before disappearing.
Sighing she ran her hands through her long, straight brown hair nervously. She had never been good with being the center of attention. Blowing her fringe up she sighed one last time before picturing the number 188 and snapping her fingers twice.
Immediately she found herself in the front of a classroom full of students hanging out, some sitting on desks, some sitting in desks, and some standing. Turning her brown eyes to face the teachers desk she saw a young woman sitting there looking at her kindly.
"Hi, I'm Mrs. Alingt. You must be Michelle." She stated and I nodded. "Just find any available seat and make yourself comfortable."
Mitchie nodded before turning to face the room. Seeing an empty seat near the back of the room but stopped when she felt a hand rest gently on her arm. Turning to find the owner of the hand her eyes met the deep brown eyes of an incredibly gorgeous guy. He had longer straight black hair that fell in his eyes slightly, and a slight olive complexion.
"Hi." He spoke. "Are you Mitchie?" He asked.
"Uh, yeah?" She spoke worried. How did this kid already know her name.
"I'm Shane." He said sticking out his hand. "My brother sent me a note about you."
Smiling she took his hand. "Nice to meet you." She said taking an empty seat next to him. "So anything specific I should know about this place?" She asked once situated.
"Well, besides the fact the fact we practice magic here, I'm pretty sure that this place is the same the school you to in the human world. That, and there're no doors here so you have to zap yourself everywhere besides the front office as I'm pretty sure you've already figured out.
Shaking her head she took another moment to take in his appearance. He was wearing a white v-neck t-shirt underneath a black leather jacket and he had on black skinny jeans and black converse. She was snapped out of her observation as he spoke once again.
"I see you like AC/DC. Nice." He commented pointing to her shirt.
Looking down she blushed. "Thank you."
"Hey, let me see your schedule, maybe I we'll have some classes together, and plus I may be able to give you the 401 on some teachers." He spoke and she handed it over.
Looking up after a minute he smiled. "Pretty good schedule you have, and lucky you, the only that I'm not in are your history class and your calculus class. Let's see teacher wise, you've got a really good variety. The only teacher you should be careful around is Mrs. Neilten, she can be really strict, otherwise everyone else is pretty chill. Especially Brown. Actually, he's my uncle, so if he knows that I know you he'll be even more chill." He informed her handing her schedule back. Grabbing her arm as the bell rang he zapped them to the hall.
"What locker is yours?" he asked. Looking down at her sheet she read, "Umm, 38295."
"Nice, yours is a couple down from mine." He spoke as he led her to it.
Thanking him she spun the combo on her lock and opened her locker to find it was stocked with books. Quickly realizing that they were hers she looked through them and took out her potions and history books putting them in her bag. Closing her locker she turned to Shane who was waiting to go to class with her.
Holding onto her arm he zapped them into their potions class, taking a seat at a lab table near the middle and motioning to the seat next to him.
"So tell me, you're obviously into music if you chose that as your elective and you're wearing an AC/DC shirt, so tell me, do you play any instruments?"
Blushing she shook her head. "Mostly I sing, but I also play the piano and the guitar."
"Nice. Just a warning," He spoke as the bell rang. "Brown won't hesitate to have you demonstrate what you can do to the class." And with that he turned towards the front of the room.
Smiling she looked up towards the front too and pulled her notebook as he began to explain the history of the potion they would be learning, the uses, and how to go about making it. So far things seemed to be going surprisingly well, but she didn't want to jinx herself.
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