A/N: Okay, here comes the second chapter! Just so you don't get confused this chapter is in another perspective, as in, one of the guardian's perspective, if you aren't a fan of spoilers and didn't read my spoiler note well, then you're just going to find out which guardian's perspective it is.

D/C: As you know, I don't own WITCH and especially other WITCH fans for that matter. I will not repeat this again, I don't own WITCH because if I did, then well, let's just say that I don't want to get risked sued, let's play by the law, why don't we?

Chapter 2 — Not as Healthy

There was only one period left until lunch. My next class turned out to be a few doors down the hallway from my second. I'm not much of a math whiz, but if I calculated correctly, I had run all the way across the school to go to my locker, then quickly walk towards my first period, which thus apparently, was all the way down stairs at the end of the school. Then, after first period ended I had to walk all the way to my locker and run to second period.

Oh god, by the time it was lunch I was going to be tired, after lunch I had PE which totally sucked because I would be tired by then. After second period ended, Serena rushed to my side after I came out of science class. "We have history, Heather with Miss Glosser, just do the homework and don't get on her bad side, though."

Great, now I had to do work. Not that I was lazy person or anything, but I was tired to the bone from walking back and forth to the end of the school and front like I was some kind of tennis match. Anyway, good thing that I didn't have to walk all the way to the end of the school.

After parting ways with Serena, after what she told me, I guessed the class was going to be extremely boring (enough that I brought a novel with me just in case) by some old wrinkly dude teaching us. Oops, I forgot that the teacher was a female. My bad.

When we reached the class, the classroom was partially full. An older woman who looked like she was in her mid twenties stood in the classroom, her long silky black hair was in braids and their were dark red streaks with each twist, she wore a long flowered skirt and her were dark blue.

And boy, was I off. Maybe I maybe I wasn't your average psychic after all.

When the teacher saw us she said, "Alright, so you must be the rest of the students." And then the last bell rung. "Take a seat. As you can see, my name is Miss Glosser and I will be teaching you history for the rest of the year, of course—"

The woman called Miss Glosser was interrupted when a loud voice. I knew that voice anywhere, it was so loud that and that what it made impossible forget. It was Selina Rosen, there are lots of things about Selina that you should know about.

Like if she doesn't like you, you are definitely screwed.

Anyway, one of the important things you should know about her that if you don't dress with the right clothes, and shoes including hair then you wave you're chances of Selina ever liking you as a friend even though she is surrounding by millions of her fans (as in her entourage) everyday but that is so like not the point.

As for me? It didn't take long for Selina liking me for who I was. I, for one am one major fashionista. My step mother was worked for some makeup company. I asked her a couple of fashion tips, and of course, it took some effort and time and wallah! That's how Selina became good friends.

Anyway, Selina was standing by the doorway talking to some jock dude which happened to be her boyfriend when the Glosser went all stern and said, "Excuse me you two." Glosser said, in her scary voice. "I'm teaching a class, either leave or come in and sit in your seats."

"Yes, of course." The jock, who I recognized because he hung with Selina, was Josh Sumpter, and he dazzled the teacher with his perfect smile. "We're sorry we interrupted your class, we were just so excited in seeing each other we didn't know class started all ready."

Yeah right, but the teacher stern look faded a bit and then said, "Well, I can understand that. But don't let that happen again, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I will be doing the attendance and if I say your name wrong, correct me if I do."

Selina sat in the empty seat next to me, as for Josh, he sat right beside her. Selina saw me and she smiled showing her perfect teeth, "Heather Sommerfeld, finally it's nice to find at least someone I know in this class other than Josh." I flashed a grateful smile, as the teacher said called each name out, without making a mistake once.

"Selina Rosen?"

Selina head perked up from her seat, she said in her melodic bored voice, "Here."

My own head shot up in the air when I heard my name, "Heather Sommerfeld?"

"Present, ma'am." I said, using my loud booming voice that was loud enough for the teacher to hear. She nodded and proceeded with the next name.

After she was done calling out each and every name. She started her lesson by talking about the Greeks. You know, Greek heroes like Achilles and Theseus and stuff like that. I'd like to know how hard it was to study about a bunch of idiots that worshiped gods and stuff.

So, I dozed off.

Well sort of, anyway until my idiot of a friend Serena pelted me with a piece of crumpled paper. Her aim was deadly, she hit in the ear which surprised the freaking hell out of me and I nearly jumped in my seat. I opened to see the note which was written in script.

Idiot. Are you trying to get caught by Glosser? Anyway, what are your plans for after school? Serena's note had said, her writing was written in curly feminine script compared to my messy writing.

Well, I have to go to the dance studio.

I wrote, after quickly checking if the teacher was watching us, I tossed my note. It seems apparently that Miss Glosser was too engrossed in her lesson to even check if we were passing notes, the idiot she is.

I take it that you're free after school?

Well, not quite. I'm suppose to attend for a quick soccer meeting Coach Salvatore excepts my presence, because of course, after all I am one of the team's stars. After, I have Geo homework.

It seemed apparently that Serena's teacher was an idiot to give out homework on the first week. Oh, well. It looks like both of us are busy.

How about Thursday?

Well, Thursday looks fine to me. I'll just have to ask M—

And of course, I didn't get to finish my sentence because that's when we got caught. And I thought that Glosser was the idiot.

But I later I found out it was the girl beside me who saw us passing notes and thought it was a brilliant idea to tell the teacher on us, I remembered her name, I think it was something stupid like Olivia. Anyway, Glosser went right up to my desk and surprised the living day lights by smacking hand right on my desk.

"Miss Sommerfeld." Oh god, now she was start addressing us by 'Miss', can my day can get any worse? "I know it is the first week of school, however let me make it aware of the fact that I take absolute zero tolerance for passing notes and talking in class. But after all, it is the first week of school."

But, oh no, she was not done talking yet. "So I'll let this go, but if I ever catch you next time. You'd be looking forward to detention after school."

And of course, Serena and I didn't pass anymore notes for the rest of the period. Needless to say, I was pretty overjoyed when the second bell rung.

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After the second bell rung, which I must repeat myself I was pretty overjoyed, I bolted — no, I practically flew out of the classroom. That's how glad I was! It turns out after all I wasn't going to like Glosser. Anyway, that was so not the point. Fortunately, Serena and I had lunch together.

"Hey, I feel like someone's missing. Wait, where's Lana?" Serena asked.

"Right, here girls!" A voice pique that belonged to a certain brunette.

"You? I could never." I whirled around to see my one of my best friends in the entire world standing before us. She was a brunette as I mentioned, this summer she'd trimmed her shoulder length brown hair into a pixie-cut. As usual, her blue eyes shone with light and excitement as usual. "God, I missed you so much!"

Lana was quite short, today she'd worn a pair of converse and a white tee that had written Viva la Cure in bold print. She'd also tossed on a pair of black jeans and a snowflake necklace that Serena and I gave her for her birthday that was a couple weeks ago from now.

"I missed you too, Serena while you were busy visiting your folks." Lana said. "And of course, Heather who was too busy at Florida tanning."

"Of course, I missed you Lana! Also I met a heck load of cute surfers." I said, I knew she was teasing, as I quickly launched my summer tale. It was a good thing that my cousin Perin lived in Florida. I mean, how else was I able to convince my mother to take us to the southern states this summer?

After I finished telling my summer tale, Lana asked. "So did you get any phone numbers?"

I grumbled. "Ugh sadly no! Most of them we like taken."

"So I take it that you still like a certain person with the names Jordan Landers?" Lana teased, sometimes I really did hate her…

I mean as well explain, Jordan Landers was my best friend a doubt the most handsome boy I've met. He tall with a built figure, which of course landed him in the freshman football team. His dark eyes always shone with excitement of some kind, I was never too sure.

Oh, and did I not forget to add that I had the biggest crush on him.

It was a long time ago when I had my crush on him, anyway I didn't care. I've always wanted to date him, except I didn't have the courage to ask him. I was also worried that it might ruin our friendship between Lana, Jordan, Serena, Ken and I had. I kept my crush a secret except the fact that Lana somehow managed to find out that I had the biggest crush on him than I did on other guys. Lana had told Serena by then, but they promised they wouldn't tell Jordan. How awkward would it have been if Jordan have known all this time. I just hoped he didn't even though I secretly wanted him to confess his love for me, if he liked me, for that matter.

"Come on, let's head for lunch." Lana said, as Serena, she and I hooked arms walking through the halls of Pacific Northwest.

A/N: Well, that was quick! I must inform you that I am quick writer since I learned how to type, when I was like, seven. Anyway, this is Heather's perspective as you can see. As I said, I am a quick typer and might as well finish the fourth chapter later next week. LOL, that's how fast I can type.

Love you all,

Jenny