AstronomyGirl85 back again! happy Thanksgiving to every American out there. I'm a Alabama girl myself so I celebrated too. Anyway, thanks to those of you who reviewed my story! Keep 'em coming. And now, the next installment...

Chapter 2:

Magic? What the heck is going on?

March walked down the streets of her neighborhood past the local park. It was nearing three o'clock, so March decided to head back home down another road. It lead to an alleyway that had never seen before, but something about it today just seemed...different.

March was never scared of dark alleyways, but something about this one creeped her out. She walked slowly, keeping an eye out for danger. Suddenly a shot rang out from behind her. March felt nothing, seeing only bright blue lights as darkness came. Then, she was herself again. "What the heck just happened?" she asked herself checking mentally for wound marks. Must have missed me, she thought rushing out of the alleyway and back home.

Seconds later, as March sped away from the alleyway, a figure appeared in a swirl of orbs. She looked around for any witnesses to the gunshot, finding none she she stepped into the shadows again and orbed out.

Meanwhile, March had made it back home, still freaked out about that gunshot. What got to her the most was where had those blue light thingys come from? She dismissed it as her imagination, that her mind was going bonkers from the shot. Deep down, her conscious wasn't so sure it was her imagination.

She got into her black Mustang and drove to the high school. She turned her radio on and hit the CD button. Creedence Clearwater Revival was in the player and soon she was rocking out on "I Put a Spell on You" and "Bad Moon Rising."

"Don't go out tonight, it' bound to take your life. There's a bad moon on the rise," she sang out loud. She paused as those lyrics sunk in. She changed it quickly to some other song. "That's really creepy," she thought aloud, turning into the school parking lot.

"Why do you listen to that old stuff?" April asked when she walked up to the car.

"I like Creedence, okay. It's better than that stuff you listen to."

"What can be better than Aqua?"

"Do you know how bad that song 'Barbie Girl' is? It's filled with nasty lyrics."

"Never thought about it that way," April said making a face. "Still a good song though."

"What's a good song?" May asked coming up to the car, holding onto several books.

"Aqua's 'Barbie Girl'. What's with all the books Sis?" April asked.

"Research project for history. I'm doing a paper on the Salem Witch Trials."

"Yikes," March said in sympathy. "Come on y'all. Let's go."

The younger sisters climbed into the car.

"Salem Witch Trials huh?" March quipped towards her baby sister. "You've been watching 'The Crucible' too much."

"It's a good movie! So is the play!" May exclaimed.

"No arguments there," March defended. "That should be an easy paper for you."

"I have present my findings to the class when I'm finished though. That's what I'm worried about. You know how shy I am."

"Don't worry about it," March said reassuring her sister. "You'll do fine."

May nodded absently, not really paying attention.

Finally, the girls arrived home. They walked inside the house unknowing that their destiny was starting to unfold.

May got unto the computer, searching the internet for information on the Salem Witch Trials. After an hour of searching, she found a site that listed the victims of witch trials and their genealogy. She clicked on the website. She found several names that were familiar: John Proctor, Giles Corey, Mary Warren. There was one name that drew her attention. Melinda Warren. "Why does that name sound so familiar?" she asked aloud.

"What name?" April asked from behind her.

"This Melinda Warren. Did Mom mention something about her once when talking about our family history?"

"Don't know. March!" April called.

"What? I'm kinda busy in here!" March yelled from the kitchen.

"Did Mom ever mention an ancestor named Melinda Warren?"

"Maybe. I don't exactly remember."

"Click on it and see," April prompted May.

She did so.

Minutes later, when March returned from the kitchen to serve dinner, May recounted what she found to her sisters.

"Melinda Warren was a witch who was burned at the stake when her lover bretrayed her. According to myth she had three powers. She had telekinesis, premonitions, and the ability to freeze time. When she was burned she predicted that each generation of Warren witches would grow stronger until three sisters were born. These sisters, the Charmed Ones, would be the ultimate force of good in the world."

"Very interesting," March said. "Too bad magic doesn't really exist."

"Yeah."

Well, there you go guys! Well, it seems like March is some kind of Whitelighter, but what powers do you you think her sisters will have? Only I can tell you that. Well, until next time y'all!