Moria Niall
Love Attack
"Moria, where's the tea?" Da asked me Saturday morning.
I sighed. "Da, drinking that caffeine contaminated tea you drink is going to kill you someday." I informed him, reaching up for the high closet. "I bought caffeine-free."
My Da is Hunter Niall, an ex-seeker. My Mum died before I could have any memories of her, but Da says I look like her. I'm not ugly, no, but I'm not very pretty. I have hazel eyes(the only difference, according to my Da), brown hair down almost to my waist, and I'm 5' 7". I'm skinny, but not too skinny, with a small chest for a 15-year-old, and a birthmark on my side under my arm in the shape of an athame. The Woodbane athame, it's called, because I'm three-fourths Woodbane, the other fourth being Wynkendell. You see, I'm a witch, blood witch, and very powerful. My Mum was, my Da is, and I am.
"Moria." Da said irritated.
I frowned. "Fine Da, here." I threw a box of tea at him. "But when it kills you don't come haunting me."
Da smiled and grinned a little. Then I stopped in front of a picture of my Mum, whose name I still don't know.
I shook my head, grabbed a Diet Coke(caffeine free) from our fridge and took a sip.
Da shook his head. "Just like your Mum." he said, just like he did every morning. Then I grabbed my denim jacket and threw it on. I never saw another denim jacket in Dublin, Ireland, where I grew up and live now, but I like being unique. The jacket was a present from my aunt Mary K. who lives in New York, USA. Well, she's not really my aunt, but my dad said she grew up believing she was Mum's sister, and I was very close to her.
"Where are you going?" Da asked, boiling his water.
"Love Attack practice." I said as I grabbed my house keys. "I'll be back in time for the circle." My Da was the high priest, and I was proud of him.
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"Okay I'm here! We can start!" I called as I entered the abandoned building my girl band, Love Attack, practiced at.
"Finally!" one of my two best friends called.
"Ker! You're here to watch!" I greeted him. His real name was John Kerrington, and he grew up in America, but everyone in our little town called him Ker.
"Let's get to it!" my other best friend, Janith Smire, called from her position behind the drums.
"Okay Jan." I stood behind my mike and picked up my guitar. "Let's start off with something we all know, 'Ironic'!" I called as I strummed the opening.
A few minutes later we were having fun and jamming to the music. "It's like rai-ai-ai-ain, on your wedding day. It's a free ride, when you've already paid. It's the good advice, that you just didn't take. And who would've thought it figures???" I sang into the mike.
"And isn't it ironic?" Perin Graf, piano player, sang quietly into her mike.
"Don't you think?" Jan picked up.
"Just a little too ironic?" Randi Hased, tambourine player, took up the four-part verse.
"Yeah I really do think." I finished. Then I laughed and we burst into the chorus.
"It's like- it's like- it's like rai-ai-ain, on your wedding day. It's a free ride, when you've already paid. It's the good advice, that you just didn't take. And who would've thought it figures??"
The other girls stopped playing as I strummed the last chord and sang the last line of the song. "And who would've thought?It figures."
Then we started laughing and picked up one of our original songs. We played a long time, and then, it was time to leave for the circle.
Love Attack
"Moria, where's the tea?" Da asked me Saturday morning.
I sighed. "Da, drinking that caffeine contaminated tea you drink is going to kill you someday." I informed him, reaching up for the high closet. "I bought caffeine-free."
My Da is Hunter Niall, an ex-seeker. My Mum died before I could have any memories of her, but Da says I look like her. I'm not ugly, no, but I'm not very pretty. I have hazel eyes(the only difference, according to my Da), brown hair down almost to my waist, and I'm 5' 7". I'm skinny, but not too skinny, with a small chest for a 15-year-old, and a birthmark on my side under my arm in the shape of an athame. The Woodbane athame, it's called, because I'm three-fourths Woodbane, the other fourth being Wynkendell. You see, I'm a witch, blood witch, and very powerful. My Mum was, my Da is, and I am.
"Moria." Da said irritated.
I frowned. "Fine Da, here." I threw a box of tea at him. "But when it kills you don't come haunting me."
Da smiled and grinned a little. Then I stopped in front of a picture of my Mum, whose name I still don't know.
I shook my head, grabbed a Diet Coke(caffeine free) from our fridge and took a sip.
Da shook his head. "Just like your Mum." he said, just like he did every morning. Then I grabbed my denim jacket and threw it on. I never saw another denim jacket in Dublin, Ireland, where I grew up and live now, but I like being unique. The jacket was a present from my aunt Mary K. who lives in New York, USA. Well, she's not really my aunt, but my dad said she grew up believing she was Mum's sister, and I was very close to her.
"Where are you going?" Da asked, boiling his water.
"Love Attack practice." I said as I grabbed my house keys. "I'll be back in time for the circle." My Da was the high priest, and I was proud of him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Okay I'm here! We can start!" I called as I entered the abandoned building my girl band, Love Attack, practiced at.
"Finally!" one of my two best friends called.
"Ker! You're here to watch!" I greeted him. His real name was John Kerrington, and he grew up in America, but everyone in our little town called him Ker.
"Let's get to it!" my other best friend, Janith Smire, called from her position behind the drums.
"Okay Jan." I stood behind my mike and picked up my guitar. "Let's start off with something we all know, 'Ironic'!" I called as I strummed the opening.
A few minutes later we were having fun and jamming to the music. "It's like rai-ai-ai-ain, on your wedding day. It's a free ride, when you've already paid. It's the good advice, that you just didn't take. And who would've thought it figures???" I sang into the mike.
"And isn't it ironic?" Perin Graf, piano player, sang quietly into her mike.
"Don't you think?" Jan picked up.
"Just a little too ironic?" Randi Hased, tambourine player, took up the four-part verse.
"Yeah I really do think." I finished. Then I laughed and we burst into the chorus.
"It's like- it's like- it's like rai-ai-ain, on your wedding day. It's a free ride, when you've already paid. It's the good advice, that you just didn't take. And who would've thought it figures??"
The other girls stopped playing as I strummed the last chord and sang the last line of the song. "And who would've thought?It figures."
Then we started laughing and picked up one of our original songs. We played a long time, and then, it was time to leave for the circle.