I'm back!! I just got over my writer's block today and I wanted to write it down before I forgot and I know you've been waiting for this chapter for a while, so here it is and I'll leave my babbling 'til the end!

Chapter 4 Waking Up and Practice

I woke up, remembering the weird dreams I had last night, witches, vampires, werewolves…I shook my head. How much candy did I eat last night anyway? My alarm went off and I sat up, time to start getting ready for church. I crawled out of bed and yawned. I glanced around the room, half expecting to see a book sitting on my de—"Gah!"

My hands started to shake, my heartbeat sped up, and my eyes were wide with fear. I couldn't tear my eyes off of that book. I slowly backed up until I tripped over the blanket that was still on the floor from last night. My hands flew up in the air and the book did the same. I let out a small shriek, but quickly covered mouth before anyone could get alarmed.

"Angela? Can I come in?" Mom asked as she knocked on my door.

"S-s-sure," I chocked out. She cracked the door, and upon seeing my panic stricken face, she ran over to me and engulfed me in a hug.

"Calm down honey, are you sure you're all right?"

"I'm not sure Mom. Is everything you told me last night true?"

"Yes…"

"Then no, I'm not all right."

"What can I do to help you?"

"I don't know mom. How did you react when you found out grandma was a witch?"

"I freaked out. I hid in my room for days and wouldn't talk to her. She respected my need for privacy and didn't just teleport into my room, but after 4 days she did. She explained everything to me then. Do you have any questions you want me to answer? I'll answer them as best I can."

I thought back to last night and what she told me, I wasn't going to be going to church today, being 'sick' and all, um I was a witch, I shuddered with that thought.

"I'll come back later once I get the twins ready, 'kay?"

"Sure Mom." She got up and quickly stole out of the room closing the door quietly as she left. There was no way I was going to be able to get back to sleep. Mom had left the book sitting on my bed and I wanted to open it but I was too afraid to see its secrets that it held inside.

The book stared at me, just begging me to open it. "ARG!" I threw the blanket over the book. I didn't want to open it, at least, not just yet. I just sat on my bed, not thinking, not doing anything, just sitting.

I heard the faint sound of a car door slamming, and Dad's car pulling out of the driveway, Mom would be back soon.

Mom came in, still in her pajamas, and crawled onto my bed with me. "So, what do you want to know?"

"How am I supposed to protect people from vampires and werewolves?" I whispered, I'm not sure why, but I did.

"You remember your gift?" I nodded, "you'll use that against them."

"But besides what they look like, how will I recognize them?"

"I've been told that vampires smell sweet, and werewolves smell sour and tart."

"Really?"

"Yup, anything else?"

"How do I control my power?"

"Ah, you just need to practice it, why don't you get dressed, and come downstairs, I'll try to help you with it okay?"

"Sure Mom." I got dressed, trying not to move anything with magic or whatever it was called. I sat on the steps and bumped down them and when Mom came over to see what was going on, she just laughed, "What are you doing?" she asked between giggles.

"Trying not to use magic."

"You're being silly. Get up and get down here. I have some stuffed animals for you to practice with."

I got up and walked the rest of the way down the stairs and into the living room. Some of the twins' stuffed animals were laying neatly on the coffee table. "Okay, so what am I supposed to do now?"

"I'm not quite sure. Maybe try using your hands to move them with out actually touching them?"

"I'll try." I extended my arm in front of me, pointing it at the blue bear and raised my hand up. Nothing.

"Maybe try grabbing the air?" I shrugged and tried again, this time "grabbing" the bear. As I lifted my arm up, the bear moved as well. I froze. My eyes locked on the bear that I was causing to float.

"Wow. Good job honey!" Mom praised. I unclenched my hand and the bear fell to the ground. "Try something else."

I went for the Pooh Bear this time, and I lifted my arm a little faster and the bear hit the ceiling. "Oops."

"It's fine, this is why we're using stuffed animals and not glass. Keep practicing, I'll get you some breakfast."

I lifted a few more stuffed animals into the air until I got tired and wanted to sit down. There was a beanbag chair on the other side of the room, and I decided to try to lift it over to myself. I would do it slowly though because there were so many other obstacles in the way.

I took a deep breath, and cleared my head, focusing only on the beanbag chair. My arm stretched out, I grabbed at it, slowly lifting it in the air. I could feel it was heavier, but it didn't take any more energy than the stuffed animals. I retracted my arm towards myself until the chair was close to one of the lamps. I moved my hand, maneuvering the chair around the lamp and brought it to my side of the coffee table, I let go in mid air, just to watch it drop. Someone started clapping. I spun around to face Mom with a huge smile on her face. "Congratulations honey. Just be careful when you do that. You're breakfast is waiting honey."

She draped her arm around my shoulders and we went into the kitchen. Just as I sat down, the phone rang.

"Hello?…Oh, hi Ben. Would you like to talk to Angela?…All right, I'll put her on," she turned around, "He sounds upset, be gentle." I reached for cordless phone, and she handed it to me.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ang, I have some bad news."

And here I leave you. And you guys should be really happy for this update, cuz it's my birthday and I didn't really feel like typing this up. But here it is and I'm glad it's up, please review guys, I don't care if you only say happy birthday.