Hey everyone! Alright so first off I'm sorry to everyone who thought this was a new chapter, it's not, although I should have a new one posted later today or sometime tomorrow. This is actually just a blurb from a new story idea that I got from a dream I had last night, and I wanted to put it in here so that I could get your opinion on whether or not I should turn the idea into a full on story. Also, if so, I could also use some ideas for titles. If you want to let me know what you think I'll have a poll up in my profile for the next couple days, and you can also PM me. Thanks guys! And sorry it's not a new chapter.

Summary: When Mitchie's Mom decides it's time to move them, she's in for the experience of her life as she finds herself living in Salem with fellow witches and sorcerers like her. Will it turn out to be more than she can handle or will she thrive on her new life?

Preview:

Mitchie sighed as she looked out over her new town. She was currently sitting on the rooftop outside her window cursing everything that came across her path. When she'd told her Mom she was more than happy to move and start over as the person she had grown into, not the invisible one she had been taken to be in her old town she hadn't realized that her mom was going to pack the two of them up and move them to Salem. Yes, Salem. As in the ancestral home of witches.

While she'd grown up knowing very well where her family came from , after all she hadn't grown up practicing around the house for nothing, she didn't exactly mean she wanted to live in a town where everyone practiced magic when she had answered her mom. Yet, here she was looking out at the town of Salem. To everyone human it was as normal a town as any, but behind the façade (one that she was positive was due partially to magic) it was purely magical. Despite the said colonial ongoings, it wasn't actually witches burned at the stake by humans, but instead quite the opposite. How else could the town only be inhabited by witches and sorcerers?

To top it all off, she wasn't going to continue the life she had grown used to in the past 17 years, one consisting of going to school and hanging around town like any normal teenager, while within the closed walls of her home magic was the standard. No, instead she was now going to be going to a magical school bent on 'Helping even the simplest witches and sorcerers find their true potential.' Joy.

While everyone her age was probably more advanced than her she would wind up struggling to finish her senior year of high school. And how exactly was she supposed to really get a normal job after high school. While Salem's secret was safe that didn't mean that it was rumored to be completely normal either.

Sighing once again she pulled herself up to her feet and climbed in through her bedroom window landing softly on the floor.

Looking at her new room she smiled slightly. One good thing did come out of their move. Her mom had felt that since they were now living in Salem she needed to start to apply magic to everything. Because of this her room was exactly how she wanted it. Three out of the four walls were painted and electric blue color while the fourth was white with hot pink, lime green, bright purple, and yellow paint splotches all over it almost as if someone had shot a paintball gun at it. Her light brown bed frame was placed with the headboard centered under the giant window on that wall. Underneath it was a fluffy white rug which was covering part of her light brown hardwood floor, and on top was a plaid comforter, the stripes varying in size and color, her sheets a lime green color, and her pillows hot pink. Against the opposite wall where she was currently standing her matching dresser was to her right just to the side of the window frame, and to the left was a matching desk where her laptop sat and her notbooks and books in the shelves she'd hung above it. On the wall to her left towards the center was the door to the hallway, and her "wall of memories" as she called it. Aka, it was a collage of pictures of her friends and family through the years, ticket stubs, quotes, and so on. On the wall to her right were two doors. The one closest to her dresser was her walk-in closet, and the one closer to her bed was to her bathroom. Next to her bed sat her most important possession though, her guitar.

"Michelle Amuelia Torres if you don't hurry up you're going to be late for school!" her mother shouted from downstairs.

Grimacing at the use of her full name she grabbed her black tote bag before glancing at herself one last time in the mirror on the back of her door.

Smoothing her hands over the material of her black and white plaid pleated skirt and pulling the bottom of her red AC/DC shirt she pushed her feet into her black slouch boots and made her way down the stairs through the entryway past the living room, the bathroom, and her mother's bedroom and into the kitchen. Another good thing about this house was that her room was the only one on her floor meaning she had it all to herself.

Flouncing into the kitchen she grabbed an apple out of the bowl on the counter taking a nice big bite. A miracle of magic being that her lip gloss wasn't smudged the slightest bit. Smiling at her mother she slung her tote bag over her shoulder.

"Why are you so worried about me being on time when it'll take like 5 seconds to zap myself to school?" she asked.

Her mother in turn looked at her guiltily. "Well, about that Mitchie…you can't exactly zap yourself to and from paces here."

"What? Why not? I thought this town was all about magic?" she asked confused.

"It is but well you don't have your license yet." He mom answered.

Choking the bit of apple she'd taken Mitchie gaped at her Mom. "You have got to be kidding me! You have to have a license to zap yourself to and from here! That's ridiculous!"

"Well it's just the same as if you were actually driving because as you know from experience, when you're younger it's harder to make sure you zap to the right place." Her mother explained calmingly. Mitchie meanwhile couldn't believe her mom was bringing that up. So when she was twelve she accidently zapped herself into an R movie instead of the PG-13 movie she'd meant to. Big whoop. She'd zapped herself out as soon as she realized what she was watching was most definitely not Harry Potter. (What? It's more fun than you'd think to watch the human interpretation of magic.)

Looking at the clock on the wall Mitchie's eyes widened. "Snap!" she shouted before dashing for the front door and praying to all god that she'd get to school on time and without getting lost.

In her haste she did manage to get to school right before the bell rang, but in her haste to get to the office and get her schedule she missed the curly-haired boy in jeans and a plaid button up in front of her and ended up sending the two of them sprawling to the ground.

Scrambling to stand up she watched as the boy pulled himself up much more gracefully than her and just brush himself off as if this sort of thing happened all the time.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" she exclaimed. "See, I'm sort of in a rush cause I thought I was going to be late or get lost on my way here, and then I need to get to the office still, and oh my gosh I am so sorry!" she rambled.

The boy looked at her a slight smile gracing his features. "It's alright. I'm Nate." He said holding out his hand.

"Michelle, but you can call me Mitchie." She said shaking his hand.

He started to turn around and head towards his class undoubtedly before she spoke after him.

"Um Nate! Wait!" she called out casing him to turn around. "Um, would you by any chance be willing to show me where the office is?" she blushed.

"New here?" he asked that smile gracing his features again.

Blushing even more at the apparency of her situation she shook her head yes. Following him as he shook his head towards the doors at the end of the hall in front of them.

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