The Witch
Diaries
By Michaela Nerneyz
Introduction
August 30th 2:27 (can't sleep)
Freak, it's amazing to me how one simple word can completely define someone. It's the word that defines me, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
My name is jo. my parents died mysteriously when I was 10. and I live with my 23 year old mutant, I mean brother. His name is Ash and he makes a living selling (wait for it.) patio furniture. Whatever pays the bills, right.
Right now I am obviously writing in my new journal so I figured why not write down most of my life story, here are some facts.
1)My name is Jo (simple enough)
2)My best friend's name is Selene
3) I have a guy friend Daven
4) I live in a historic mansion that is my gothic paradise
5) I'm a witch (Confused yet)
Me and my brother are witches, my parents were witches. Were what's considered a noble family (even though we are anything but the sort of people that sip tea and sit on a throne, we prefer to sit on our couch and watch Hannibal lectar movies) because we have a pure blood line. Which means since our race has started all my ancestors have been witches. Of course then there were the infamous Salem witch trials my great, great, etc. grandmother was accused of witchcraft, and although it was painfully true, She was hung by the neck before anyone could prove it. Hey the only reason I'm saying this is because she was accused of of bearing the child of her protector. That's a no-no. our family was exiled for the stupid rumor.
Ash is my magic teacher, he says I show extreme talent, and that could be more of a problem than a benefit.
First day of school
Back to another year of being surrounded by superficial barbies. I would like to know how so many people can be exactly like each other. I thank god for my friends "the outcasts." Yeah that's us, just a group that doesn't fit in, the funny thing is we get along perfectly, like our friendships were planned.
First there is Sam, she broke the mold the second I met her. When she found out their were nice, friendly people who were cool being themselves. She had to be in on it, it turns out she is one hell of a mechanic. Then there is Victor, he comes from money and is considered a blue blood. Well he was sick of people only being his friend because of his family's vast fortune. Victor is one of the funniest people you will ever meet. I don't see how anyone could be friends with him just because of wealth. Victor is very handsome tan skin pale blue eyes with blonde hair, and as muscular as a quarter back for the New England patriots. Of course I've never felt more than friendship for Victor, because if I did Sam would have my head on a silver platter. Although they are too proud to admit it, the two have been madly in love since the second their eyes met.
Then there is Daven, he is like an older brother. Even though there is only a one year difference in our ages. And then there is Selene, the pyrotechnic, and she's also got a thing with knives. She's the only person that knows what I am. Selene is my protector. Protectors are humans who have been born for the sole purpose to protect witches from any other big, bad monster that tries to hurt their assigned witch. Basically she was born because I was born. There is something that signals when a witch is going to be born, so mama protector gets knocked up by daddy protector, and bada bing bada boom, baby protector.
"Jo!" I turned around to see Sam jumping up and down like she just got asked out by victor, hey it could happen. She was wearing oil stained camo pants and an old bonjovi t shirt.
"Sammy! O god!, you grew BOOBS it's a friggin miracle."
"Jo! Shut up, do you have to tell the whole world, and Wisconsin?"
"Sorry, but I just stunned. My little Sammy's just growing up to fast, next thing you know she'll get curves!"
"Hello ladies." A deep, dark husky voice said from behind us. I turned to see him in his usual black combat boots, black trench coat, skull t shirt, jeans and a big broad smile. Daven. "Daven, get over here you big lug."
"Yes ma'am" and he swept me up in a bear sized hug.
"just wait till Selene gets here. You'll never guess what I dared her to do for our first day ba-" I was cut off by a sharp gasp. I turned around to see my best friend, my protector, Selene wearing……a skirt. It was Daven who gasped. I looked between him and Selen (when would they realize they were as perfect for each other as my brother ash and his guardian Marie. When it comes too love people sure are blind to their soul mates. And yeah I'm the only one who doesn't have some one, but who knows he might be out there somewhere.)