I accidently uploaded the previous chapter twice :s didn't notice until somebody (thank you !) told me :)
But anyways, here is the ninth one.

HANNAH

''I ran into Ella Montgomery today. Why didn't you tell me Aria was back?''
''It's not like we're still friends. '' Hannah had just come back from a witch meeting, witches that lived nearby or strong witches who could teleport themselves from other countries, came to that meeting. Hannah enjoyed them, being around people who understood her, who knew how hard it was to use the magic for only the good, to learn the magic and to have to keep it a secret from all your friends. One of them was in her class, but they pretended they didn't even know from each other that they existed. Only at witch meetings or secret ones between the two, they let themselves go and had the chance to. ''She didn't know your father left.'' Her mom said while handing her the selfmade salad, which was the only thing Hannah ate these days. ''I hate telling that story.'' Her brown hair flew around her head everytime she turned her head.
''So change the story. '' Hannah adviced.
''I did. You grew up, you grew apart. It was mutual and honestly, we are much happier without him.'' ''Hannah..''
'' Say it enough and you'll actually start to believe it. '' The first thing she did, what she always did, was putting aside the things that held calories, even if it wasn't many.
''I have to admit, it sounds a lot better than the truth.'' She raised her glass and drank from it, leaving two dirty spots behind with lipstick.
''No one needs to know we got dumped.''
''We didn't got dumped, I did.'' The glass hit the table harder than she had wanted.
''He left both of us. '' To make an end on the conversation, her phone rang. She sighed and looked at the screen .
''If that's Mona, I'm staging an intervention.'' But it wasn't Mona, it was someone she hadn't expected to text her, not since a year.

WE NEED TO TALK!
- Spencer

''Hannah, it's dinner time.'' Ashley looked at her with the authority that only moms had but it flew away when her phone rang and picked up. ''Ashley.'' Hannah grinned in herself, seeing the smile on her mother's face while she talked on the phone, it was weird. Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Hannah's mom sighed in frustration. First the phones, now the doorbell, all she wanted was a quiet peaceful dinner with her daughter but apparently, that was impossible. She just waved at the door and Hannah got the message. She stood up while her mother kept talking about something at work. Hannah didn't care enough to listen. As she was walking to the door, she listened her heels clacking to the floor, what did she love that sound. Seeing two police officers standing at your door after you opened it without expecting them, is shocking. She assumed they were both but she didn't know for sure, only one of them had the typical uniform with the handcuffs and the other dangerous stuff on. The other was in a suit and looked like he didn't want to get his hands dirty. Maybe he was the boss. ''Hannah Marin?'' The suit asked.
''Yeah, why?''
''Is your mother home?'' He showed his badge which verified him as police. Her mother had been wondering what took her so long and had been walking down the hall. Seeing the two men, she finished the call. ''Let me call you back. '' She put her phone away, changed her happy face for a serious one and spoke. ''What's this about?'' If she had been schocked, she didn't show it. Ashley only looked confident. ''We received a call from Rosewood Mall security. They have your daughter on tape, shoplifting a pair of sunglasses. '' The suit looked at her with a satisfied face, as if he enjoyed telling people that they were in trouble. Hannah already couldn't stand this guy. ''I'm sure there 's been a mistake.'' The long blond hair fell over Hannah's face so she wouldn't have to look at her mom. ''I don't think so.'' Pulling out the missing handcuffs out of his back, the suit came towards her. ''Could you turn around? '' Hannah's face froze and not knowing what else to do, she turned as he said even though she didn't want to give him the pleasure of obeying. ''Mom..'' She whispered, starting to feel really scared. The only thing her mother could do now, was giving her a look that said 'everything will be all right, let me handle it.'

The ugly blue paint on the wall had started to annoy Hannah so she switched it with a small twitch of her hand into a nicer blue. While waiting for her mom to come out of the office and tell her everything was all right, she had been studying her surroundings. It was the first time she was there. Many typical fat police officers had walked by with donuts and other food Hannah used to eat too. Now, she only got sick of it. Nervously twisting her hands , she looked in the hall, into the suit's office where he was talking with her mom. Her high heels made her legs look longer and slimmer which was perfect for the short black skirt she wore. The Black blazer above the simple black top finished her daily outfit. It was sexy, showed skin but not too much and was professional for work. After crossing her legs, he stood up and closed his door so all Hannah could see now, was nothing. Great. She sighed. Behind her were several posters of stupid events and next to her, was a bowl of glass with coloured candy that she hadn't eaten in a long time. But now, it was all she needed, she always ate when she didn't feel good. Before looking at which flavours there were, she used magic to let them all be Strawberry flavour so that when she grabbed a few, she didn't have to look which they were. Yeah, she was lazy. Who cared? But before eating them, her phone rang and she put them all back. Another unexpected text only the difference was, she had no idea from who this one came. Well, she had an idea, but it was impossible, wasn't it?

Be careful, Hannah.
I hear prison food makes you fat.
-A