Disclaimer: I might forget it sometimes, but I don't own Twilight.
Chapter 1 - Donna
One stormy night, when lightning flashed and thunder rumbled -the kind of storm that made you want to go and hide under your bed all night and never come out –I, decided to go and visit my friends at the old mansion on the top of the hill.
I was outgoing, strong, brave, kind and very superstitious. There was more to see than just what met the human eye.
There was the side that everyone saw, -me, smart, strong and sensitive- then there was the superstitious side. The side where I wasn't just myself. I was the descendant of the millions and millions of beings who had been burned at the stake and hanged in Salem. In fact, I was a witch.
Well, I wasn't a full witch until I reached the age of eighteen, so the Witches Council couldn't arrest me because I hadn't learnt the full potent of my powers yet.
And the old mansion where my friends stayed was a haunted house. Despite the ranges in variety of the cunning Plotter the poltergeist, to Jasper the ghost, who was as friendly as a ghost could be, to the beautiful, yet immortal vampires, the Cullens. Who were very nice, even if they did drink human blood, which they didn't. They were 'vegetarian' and only drank animals' blood.
And my best friend, Mandy, who was also a witch-in-training, lived there with her family. And the werewolves pack of ten. Of course, they didn't change at the full moon though. They could turn from human to wolf at their own free will by themselves. They chose to stay in wolf form most of the time.
I smiled to myself. I yelled to my mother (a full witch) where I was going, and then took off into the dark, rainy night. As usual, I repelled the rain without thinking about it. Something all witches could do, no matter what age. They repelled all kinds of weather. That included repelling snow storms, hurricanes, tornadoes, tsunamis and everything else.
As I arrived at the house, Plotter came flying down to greet me with a gum wad zooming straight towards my eye. With a flick of my finger, I made it turn on its own master. Cursing, Plotter flew away with the gum stuck at the top of his left nostril.
Then Mandy came up. "Sorry about that." She said jabbing a finger to the ceiling, where Plotter was now banging on tubes and pipes in the plumbing system.
"But that was funny. Where'd you learn yet another new trick?" I shrugged. Of course, I'd told her that my mother had a huge library of magic spell books. I'd just taken to reading one every night when I went to bed. I had a knack for memorizing things. I was almost done the library now.
She grinned and took my hand. Then, we were in her room.
"I have something new to show you!" Mandy said. I laughed. She frowned. "What?"
"What a surprise! Mandy has something new to show me! I've never seen anything new in a long time!" I said, still snickering to myself. She blinked. Then the confusion in her eyes was replaced by understanding. She laughed.
Mandy was real fun to be with, but she could be serious about her work when she really wanted to be. In her free time, she built plenty of robots and mechanical things that I would never be able to pull off, unless I used magic. She had designed things to help carry messages from me to her and back.
Once, she had made a robot which could help people with chores. We were thinking of selling it and one day, we were testing it out with a neighbour, when it had suddenly crashed into a glass cabinet. Everything inside was porcelain, and of course, without our magic, we wouldn't have been able to clean up before the lady came back from her shopping.
Then another time, she had made a locker for herself, and me with electrical combinations and special security cards and keys and everything! But we only put in stuff that we shared anyway. And both of our cards and lockers worked for the other. So I couldn't keep something from Mandy if I wanted too, and vice versa.
It's so cool what she does. It was absolutely amazing! But that's probably because I take my magic for granted.
"You done day dreaming yet?" Mandy asked me, snapping me back to reality. I laughed again.
"I was just thinking of the different inventions you had made. Like the lockers, and that other robot which actually turned out to be a disaster. And the metal p-mail birds. That was fun. Like medieval times. Back when they didn't have metal pigeons. That was a laugh."
Mandy smiled. "But you forgot the time when I made that self-mowing lawn thing. That freaky, electronic grass stuff. Remember that? And then when it decided to run away, that was so freaky. What if the neighbours had seen? But it was kind of funny, running after a huge patch of electronic grass, trying to get close enough to catch it. But at the time, we hadn't thought of the quick-speed-up spell. That would've saved us a lot of trouble. But very fun." She nodded, agreeing with herself.
"Good times, good times." I agreed with her. "Now what's this you wanted to show me?"
"Oh, that. This is going to look all tense and serious next to the funny stuff, but…" She paused, and then blurted out, "I'm building a car!" It took me a few seconds for that to sink in. Then I was so happy. Everything was mashed together; I couldn't pick out the separate words myself. "Wow!I'msoexcited!Whatmodelisit?Whenareyougoingtofinsihit?Doyouthinkwe'llhaveourlicensebythen?Oh,Mandythisissocool!Ican'tbelievethis!Whatcolor?Youdidn'thavetobeworriedthatitwasn'tgoingtobeasfunny,Mandy,thisisgoingtobesocool!"
"Say what?" Mandy asked.
"This is going to be so cool! What model is it? What color? What year? Is the make the same thing as the model?" I squealed.
"The model is a Porsche 911 Turbo. Yellow in color and I'm not sure what year. I'm just going to use the pieces that I can scrounge up."
"Major snaps! This is going to be sooo cool!"
"I know!" She agreed nodding.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Someone answered it below, and Mandy's mother called, "Girls! Mandy, Donna! Come downstairs, hurry!" Even though she was speaking rapidly, there was no mistaking the urgent tone of her voice.