Here is chapter two. I am amazed I found time to type this up! Yay!


Chapter 2.

I soak in the scented water for over an hour. Eventually I grab the homemade and also spelled soap and scrub my body down. I now smell like a freshly peeled lemon. I rinse my body and take the shampoo that I made myself out of aloe vera and chamomile. I gently massage it into my head . I rapidly rinse it out and step out of the bath, feeling refreshed and quite simply perfect. I wrap a feather soft towel aaround my body and another for my hair. I pad into my bedroom which was covered with posters from my favourite rock groups and it was painted a deep red. I lay on the bed for about half an hour, unmoving. I stretch out one of my arms from under the covers and press the play button on my CD player and listen to one of my favourite songs from the Scorpions.

After that half an hour of non stop listening to music, I brush and dry through my jet black hair. The colour of my hair might have been a little odd considering it was natural but I loved it. I also have bright green eyes. I am tall for my age which was sixteen. and I have perfect posture that my mom had forced me to use my whole life.

As I finish drying my hair, I shake off the remaining towel and dry my body quickly. I put on my silver witches robe which was lmost as soft as the towel and I admired myself in the mirror. I looked mystical yet dangerous the way I was. I turn to leave my room to see my mother gazing at me curiously with her pale blue eyes. "You feel...different..." she comments in a tone that was half accusing and half confused."Have you been doing extra practice?" She asked, arching her perfectly plucked eyebrows.

I keep my face neutral as I say," No mother." I lied smoothly.

She continues to asses me until she gives up and turns. "Come help me with the preparations for tonight..." she says quietly before leaving.

I sighed heavily. Paige, my mother, can be such a Bitch! This is the main reason I am going to leave tonight. It is the reason I have unbound my , when we are doing the ritual, I am going to use my power of lightening to make me vanish and I shall escape to a new town so I can live a normal life, without the stresses of goody goody magic. I follow my mother quietly. I watch her ash blonde hair bounce a bit as she walked to the kitchen. She is not very tall but her attitude makes up for that. She has pale blue eyes but a tiny bit of brown surrounds the pupil of her eyes. As we walked into the kitchen, she hands me a list of things to do.

"This is...a lot..." I say in a slightly shocked voice.

My mother sighed. "We have a lot to do...and I must purify the house again before the circle get here...So get to work!" she says in a demanding voice.

I groan and began to clean.

I spent an hour cleaning every room in the house. Our house is fairly big but not overly so. Once I finally finish the list, my mother asks for me to spell the top floor of our three story house. I hold a black candle and walk slowly around the top floor, muttering words in old Gaelic that I honestly had not the slightest clue of their meaning. My free hand draws runes and sigils in the air. I finish not too long later and blow out the candle.

I hear the door bell and I jump about a foot in the air, not expecting anyone so soon. I race down the stairs as fast as my legs would carry me and I stop outside the door to take a deep breath. I slowly open the door with an inviting smile, revealing one of the members from my mothers coven, Aoife Cummins. She has died bloack hair and she has rare lilac eyes. She is taller then me which is hard and she is as thin as a stick. I smile slightly with fake happiness. I kiss both of her cheeks and lead her to our living room. I sit her down as my mother enters. She was wearing her bright green witches robe. "Hello, Aoife. How are you?" My mother asks her.

"I am good. Are you looking forward to your first harvest season, Nikita?" she asks witha warm smile.

I nodded with a secretive smile. "It will definitely be something i will not forget easily." I hear the door bell ring again and I slip our of the room with slightly blood shot eyes. I open the door and I am instantly covered in witches trying to hug me. I try to get the three new comers to get off of me but I fail miserably. I gave up eventually, letting them squeeze the life out of me. They don't let go until I was blue in the face from lack of air. Once they did get off of me, I fall against the door frame, coughing and gasping for air. i have to repeatedly think.' One more hour one more hour,' After half an hour, the whole coven arrived and they are anxious to watch my performance. I am now in the back room, testing my lightening power. I still seem to have a handle on it. I hear my moms footsteps and I quickly slide back into the fire possition.

"Are you ready?" My mom asked cautiously.

I nodded rapidly.

"Then let's get started."