Chapter One: Discovery
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Andy Rogers
Manteca, California
My name is Andy Rogers. I am sixteen years old and no, I'm not a guy. I'm a girl. Andy's short for Andrea, but since I don't like that name, it's Andy. I have long curly black hair, pale skin, and pale blue eyes. I'm very athletic. I was captain of the varsity girls' basketball team back in Manteca, California, where I spent most of my miserable life living in. I might be exaggerating just a bit. Being from a small town isn't all bad, I mean, it does have its perks. For starters, everyone knows everyone. Gossip gets around quick and if you're anything like me, then you thrive off gossip. The second thing is that, around here at least, people are really friendly. Everyone cares about each other a lot. And the third and final thing is, well, I'm not normal. No, seriously, I have powers! I'm a witch, you see; full- blooded, one hundred percent witch. I can do things that other people can't, like, this one time, I was sitting in chemistry class and I made my beaker explode. It shattered right in front of me and all I did was thought of it shattering. Pretty cool, huh? Yeah, I know. What's uncool is that this girl, Rachel Diaz, was staring at me the whole time as if she knew I did it. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but when Rachel approached me after school, things got weird.
I was standing in front of my locker, putting some books in my bag. I didn't really have any friends, just Peter, who happened to be absent that day. Rachel came up from behind me and tapped my shoulder. I turned around and there was Rachel, all happy dandy and all smiles. Rachel was known around school as the mad genius because quite frankly, the girl knew just about everything there is to know about everything. She stood there with her books in one hand and her other hand pushing back her wavy brown hair. I had no idea this conversation would be about what had happened earlier in chem class.
"I saw what you did back there," Rachel said. I had no idea what she was talking about. I stuffed the last book in my backpack and slammed my locker shut.
"What are you talking about, Diaz? Make it quick, I have practice in a few minutes." Peter always said that I didn't have more friends because I wasn't nice to people. Truth is, I didn't need any friends. Not when I had all this amazing power. Besides, Rachel wasn't my type of friend anyway. The girl was too happy. Not to mention way too girly. She was wearing a white miniskirt with small yellow daisies on the bottom left corner. She had on a small yellow blouse under a white satin jacket. Now compare that to my black ripped up jeans, black combat boots and ripped up leather jacket. I had on a bright green T-shirt and a necklace with a silver skull on it. Rachel smiled again.
"Come on, Andrea I…"
"It's Andy. I hate that name," I corrected her. She nodded half-heartedly.
"Andy," she continued, "I saw you make that beaker explode." That's when I realized what she was getting at. I couldn't let her know of my powers. I couldn't let her know I was a witch. I laughed.
"Are you stupid? That beaker exploded on its own. I guess I put in too much of the solute. Nobody can make a beaker explode like that." I began to make my way pass her, but she stopped me.
"Andre…um, Andy, I know you did it. I know what you are. I've been suspecting you were a witch all year and that incident confirmed it." I stopped dead in my tracks. Even if she did know I was a witch, I knew I had to keep denying it. My only question was, how did she even know about witches.
"You're not as smart as everyone thinks, are you Rachel? You seriously think I'm a witch?" I started walking again and that's when Rachel did something crazy. She put her hand out and pulled me back. It was like she had used powers of her own. I turned around to look at a smiley Rachel again.
"You see, Andy, I'm a witch too. So are Tyler, Devon, Francis, and Kate. You're not alone. I want to help you," she said. I stood there with my mouth open. I just couldn't believe it. For all these years, smiley mad genius Rachel had been a witch too? And Tyler, Devon, Francis and Kate as well? No, it couldn't be! Tyler was a nobody; a science club loser. Devon was an overgrown football playing beast. Francis was a pothead and Kate was well, Kate. She was just another girl I went to school with. I couldn't believe it. I decided I didn't want to hear anymore.
"I'm gonna be late for basketball practice," I muttered as I speed-walked down the hall. Rachel called after me, but I didn't turn around. Things were going to get a lot weirder here in Manteca California and this was only the beginning.
