Ch. 1.2
Everyone hurried out of the class room. When I got to the door Jenna was there waiting. I was just going to walk past her but she stepped in front of me. I glanced around me and I didn't notice any of her friends around. I met her eyes. There was something in the look she was giving me but I couldn't quite figure out what, but it made my heart speed up.
"To answer your question, yes, but its usually not against a locker." She said as she looked straight in to my eyes. All I could do was just stare back. It was like I was under a trance. A moment later the bell rang and I snapped back to reality. "Oh shit... sorry... I-" I began to say but she cut me off. "It's ok." she handed me another piece of paper. "Meet me at my house Saturday .. Like I said I really would like to get to know you..." then she rushed off to her next class. As I walked I opened up the paper. It was her address.
The rest of the day was boring as school usually is. When i got home Merrick was waiting for me in the family room. He was on a black leather couch which was part of a whole room with the same theme. It looked like a hunting room, with deer, buffalo and gazelle heads hung up. The floor was cherry oak, polished to a perfect shine. The area rugs were real bear and tiger furs. They were all legal for him to have under some weird Florida law. I liked the room, but I could never go in it at night with all the eyes staring at me. At night it was a very creepy room. It also had a fire place which Merrick was watching and enjoying. The room didn't have a TV. Merrick thought that since it was a family room there should be things in it a family could do together, not things that would distract them from one another. So the TV was in the recreation room.
"Ah Mel, how was your first day? Did you find her?" Merrick said as he stood up. He had a black suite on with a red tie. his hair was short and going gray, but don't let the hair fool you. Merrick was 50 but he had the body of a 20 year old. Most witches aged slowly. He would probably look 30 if he died his hair but for a witch the more gray hair the more respect it earned you. It meant you had experience not just in magic but with life. Every gray hair was treasured. Because of his attire I assumed he had just got back from a business meeting.
"I'm not sure," I said as I walked over too him. I gave him a hug and we sat down on the couch. I stared at the fire for a few moments. Then I said, "But I did meet a girl matching your description. She is a witch. I'm meeting her at her house tomorrow. If it isn't her she may know who Im looking for."
Merrick continued looking at the fire. "Ah good then you can finally put this behind you and focus on the future instead of the past so much."
I sighed. We had many talks about this. I knew how he felt about it. He thought it was best for me to not bother and to leave the past in the past. He however also saw things my way, and was very supportive. That's why I loved him so much. He was how I remembered my father. So kind and understanding. Even so I couldn't tell him my one secret. I couldn't tell him I liked girls. I was too afraid of disappointing him. He had plans for me. Big ones. He had been training me since my parents died. I was his pride and joy. I loved magic just as much as he did. We thought of it as a gift. He had a son, but Merrick seemed to like me more. I figured it was because we shared the same passion for magic and power. We were also very ambitious and wanted to accomplish great things in the world. Merrick wanted to achieve High Priest in the witches council. He had a new vision for the future. One where witches didn't have to hide in secret among humans anymore. After all the world had come along way. Tons of groups were fighting for equality. But not just fighting... winning. I also shared his vision, but I couldn't start it until I made the ones responsible for the death of my mom and my dad pay for what they did.
"Well my dear, good luck tomorrow. I've had a long day and I am exhausted." Merrick said as he got up and left the room.
The next few days were boring. Me and Jenna kept up the charade of hating each other. Almost to the point where I thought of her at school as a different person fomr her actual self. I did find other girls that matched Merrick's description, but decided to take it one at a time. Finally Saturday came. I groaned as the sun came in to my room and woke me from my sleep.