After the most embarrassing moment of my life I rushed home. I didn't
even look at Mr. Niall. Hunter said nothing; he didn't walk me to my car. I
knew from now on he would listen to me when I reminded him that his father
was in the house. My schedule stayed consistent. First I finished my
homework and then my mom called me down for dinner.
Mary K. stared up at me, "some lady stopped by the house looking for you. I think she said her name was Hannah Youth. She was pretty aggressive."
I dropped my fork onto my plate. The nerve that woman had. She just shows up on my doorstep even though she knows that I know whom she is. My sister's hand landed on my shoulder, "is everything okay?"
Faking a smile I nodded, "yes, everything's fine."
Ten minutes later my plate had been wiped clean by my fork. I went to a cordless phone and ran into my room. "Hello?" Hunter answered.
"Hunter it's me." I replied.
"Oh. hey Morgan." He said shyly.
"Is your dad ticked off?" I asked with a squeak.
"No. He started off by giving me a lecture and now he's went on to making fun of me relentlessly." Hunter laughed dryly.
"Okay. well, I need to talk to you about something else. Justine came to my door today when I was at your house. Mary K. answered. I'm worried! What if she pulls something and takes Mary K.?" my head got light with the thought.
"She won't! Don't worry. That does her no good. She's using you as her revenge on me." Hunter explained in one of his uplifting tones.
I heard his dad murmur something in the background and start laughing. "Shut up dad!" Hunter yelled. I found myself laughing just hearing them bicker.
"I'm going to let you two work things out." I giggled.
"Bye Morgan. I love you."
"I love you too Hunter." Then I hung up.
Sleep beckoned me. I picked up a book on herbs and snuggled under my covers. Dagda curled up beside me purring. I fell asleep like that. Sometime during my slumber the book slipped from my pillow and onto the floor.
When my eyes fluttered open, I knew something to be wrong. I rushed to my bedroom window. A red truck sat in the driveway. Justine sat on the hood of it staring at my window, at me. I got dressed at a fast pace. Then I snuck downstairs and out the door. Justine jumped down as I walked onto the black concrete of the driveway. She grinned, "I knew you'd come sooner or later."
The look I gave her showed only my hatred towards her. My desires for her demise, "Justine. stay away from me and my family!"
"Or you'll do what exactly?" Justine smarted off to me. I wanted to strangle her. A ball of witch fire started to build up in my hand.
"This!" I yelled so it would only reach her ears. My hand instantly flung the vibrant crackling blaze at her. To my amazement she flung it back at me before I could think. I fell to the ground. It had hit me in the stomach, the pain unbearable. Even though I fought against it hard. The blackness overcame me like a cloud of deep smoke.
Ouch! Cliffhanger! Don't worry. "I'll be back!"
Mary K. stared up at me, "some lady stopped by the house looking for you. I think she said her name was Hannah Youth. She was pretty aggressive."
I dropped my fork onto my plate. The nerve that woman had. She just shows up on my doorstep even though she knows that I know whom she is. My sister's hand landed on my shoulder, "is everything okay?"
Faking a smile I nodded, "yes, everything's fine."
Ten minutes later my plate had been wiped clean by my fork. I went to a cordless phone and ran into my room. "Hello?" Hunter answered.
"Hunter it's me." I replied.
"Oh. hey Morgan." He said shyly.
"Is your dad ticked off?" I asked with a squeak.
"No. He started off by giving me a lecture and now he's went on to making fun of me relentlessly." Hunter laughed dryly.
"Okay. well, I need to talk to you about something else. Justine came to my door today when I was at your house. Mary K. answered. I'm worried! What if she pulls something and takes Mary K.?" my head got light with the thought.
"She won't! Don't worry. That does her no good. She's using you as her revenge on me." Hunter explained in one of his uplifting tones.
I heard his dad murmur something in the background and start laughing. "Shut up dad!" Hunter yelled. I found myself laughing just hearing them bicker.
"I'm going to let you two work things out." I giggled.
"Bye Morgan. I love you."
"I love you too Hunter." Then I hung up.
Sleep beckoned me. I picked up a book on herbs and snuggled under my covers. Dagda curled up beside me purring. I fell asleep like that. Sometime during my slumber the book slipped from my pillow and onto the floor.
When my eyes fluttered open, I knew something to be wrong. I rushed to my bedroom window. A red truck sat in the driveway. Justine sat on the hood of it staring at my window, at me. I got dressed at a fast pace. Then I snuck downstairs and out the door. Justine jumped down as I walked onto the black concrete of the driveway. She grinned, "I knew you'd come sooner or later."
The look I gave her showed only my hatred towards her. My desires for her demise, "Justine. stay away from me and my family!"
"Or you'll do what exactly?" Justine smarted off to me. I wanted to strangle her. A ball of witch fire started to build up in my hand.
"This!" I yelled so it would only reach her ears. My hand instantly flung the vibrant crackling blaze at her. To my amazement she flung it back at me before I could think. I fell to the ground. It had hit me in the stomach, the pain unbearable. Even though I fought against it hard. The blackness overcame me like a cloud of deep smoke.
Ouch! Cliffhanger! Don't worry. "I'll be back!"
