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Born Witch: Preface...
My mother suggested I try writing a journal for a while to get out my "feelings". So here I am writing away my inner thoughts and "confessing" myself to a page in notebook I will keep hidden in some obvious place so that my nosey little sister and overly protective mother can find and snoop in my "private" life to their hearts content. So here I go with my first entry hope you enjoy reading it Kara ad mom!
I don't know when exactly I began to not fit in or feel so alone so different, so misunderstood. My mother seems to believe that it all started when my father died. But that is not true, I have in some small way always felt different. But in order to please my parents I hid it deep down in my locked up heart. I did everything possible to "fix" what I thought was "broken". Even becoming friends with the single most nasty girl I have seen in my short life. Someone who preys upon the "weaker" kids, at least weaker in her opinion. Amberlyn, truly the most evil girl alive. I would even go as far as to call her the Antichrist but my mom would kill me for such talk. I am not a religious person but if there truly is a Hell I am pretty damn sure Amberlyn has a her own private pad waiting down there for her.
Anyways no matter what I did, at the end of the day I still felt the same, completely wrong and just as confused. At one point I even thought I might be possessed or just mental. I mean seriously more than half the kids at my school are on some antidepressant or anxiety pill. That doesn't include the kids that diagnosed ADHD or Bi-polar. It's like adults forget that kids are kids and are quick to push them off on to some medication to benefit their schedules and time not the kids. Whoops sorry about that MOM! Back to me we go... So in reality I was just kidding who I truly was. But that has changed
recently. Of course my mother and sister think I am more crazy then I have ever been. They are so used to seeing the fake me that they have never taken the time to see the real me. But that's ok because thanks to my new found friends Kate and Jenna and of course my dear friends from the shadows I finally found who I truly am! Everything that has lead up to now finally makes sense. The road has been full of bumps and will continue to be bumpy I am sure. But of this I am equally sure... I was born this way, I cannot change that and refuse to even try to change it. I have no regrets, not now nor ever. There is no one, not my mother, not my sister, not Amberlyn, no one who can stop me from becoming what I was born to be... I am Rylee Whitley born to a family with a dark bloodline they tried to hide. I am a Born Witch...
Chapter One: Sun Shine
Chapter One: Sun Shine!
The morning came swiftly and the sun light blasted through my window with the rage of a forest fire smacking me out of my fantasy dreams with a hot vampire boyfriend called Jeric. Wait... I thought I had closed my blinds and placed black curtains up specifically to keep the sun light out. Then a familiar voice I have known since birth rang in my ears. " Morning sun shine! Time to get up." "MOM!" I groaned pulling the blankets over my head again. Before my mom could reply a sudden explosion of crushing weight landed on my chest. The wind was smashed right out of my lungs as I gasped for air. "RAJA!" I protested, as all 110 pounds of my Rottweiler pressed down on me. "Raja get off of me." the words straining to get out. But of course my ever persistent, too loyal for her own good Raja inched up to my face and licked my cheek with her drool covered tongue. "Ugh! Raja!" I groaned again. I wiped my face with my blanket and shoved Raja off of me.
"Oh honey, Raja is just trying to say good morning and time to get up. She doesn't want you to be late on your first day of school and neither do I. my mother said in her soft voice. "Mom, Raja is a dog, she doesn't know about school." I mumbled. Just then Raja let out a soft whimper and gave mu arm a nudge with her massive head. When I looked down at her she played her ace card and gave me the heart breaking puppy eyes. "Ok." I groaned. "I am up." With that Raja trotted out my door and headed out to the hallway towards the stairs. You could hear her nails slightly tapping the hard wood flooring as she made her way down the stair well. "See mother!" I pointed to the doorway. "She just wants me to feed her." I snapped. My mother smiled and then let out a sigh of discontent. Here we go again I thought to myself. Another mother lecture was on its way. Just as it had all summer long when I had first changed my room from Barbie Princess/star cheerleader look to a darker look. I had put up my black curtains, punk rock posters, and vampires meet witches cling-ons and such.
My mother walked over to my dark light lamp eyeing my pentagram hanging from the shade. She began to play with it in her thin, long, and boney fingers. "You know Rylee, some color on these walls might brighten up your lair here." She said slight jesting but yet completely serious. I rolled my eyes at her. "Well it is just a thought Rylee." She said still playing with my pentagram. I sighed and rolled out of my bed. "Mother, please not now." I whined as I shuffled over to my dresser and began the annoying task of finding an outfit. I suddenly felt my mother place her hands in my hair and twirl it in her fingers. "I just worry about you Rylee. You never did anything all summer long." She said in her matter of fact tone. "I did too mom!" I snapped waving my arms to show the proof of my room. "Rylee!" She said with a bit more firmness. "Redecorating your room into some kind of bat cave does not count." Then as fast as she became irritated she became relaxed. "Look honey, all I am asking is that you show some more interest in life rather than hiding up here in your room reading your dark novels."
WHAT! I thought to myself. Now she is upset because I read, most parents would be happy if their teenagers were reading. Then suddenly the words just barreled threw my lips and I quickly regretted them. "Well at least I am not out getting pregnant at fifteen like you mother!" The shock and pain on my mother's face told me that my words had done what I had intended them to do. Mom turned away and walked out without a word. The silence was like a knife stabbing me in the back. The immediate guilt was over whelming enough that I could almost feel my mother's own warm tears streaming down her face. Before I got the chance to chase after my mother another familiar voice rang out. "Rylee Ann Whitley!" I looked up to see Kara my ten year old little sister with a very angry look on her face. Her hands were placed firmly on her hips and she was tapping her foot impatiently on the floor.
"Rylee, how can you be so mean to mom!" she said in a bitter tone. Her high pitched childish voice has always been a bit annoying but it is even more annoying when she is upset with me. "Don't have a coronary Kara, I will go apologize in a minute." I mumbled out annoyed. "GOOD!" she practically shouted. "Oh and Rylee say it like you mean it." She huffed. With that she turned and stormed off out of my room. Ahh Kara my baby sister becoming more and more like our mother every day. Her long light brown hair, her slender body shape, her fair skin, responsible personality, and her annoying habit of trying to actually be my mother. Ever since our father died two years ago, Kara had taken it upon herself to be more like a parent rather than a little sister. UGH! I would rather have an annoying little pest of a sister than an overbearing second mother.
I pushed my dresser drawer closed and headed to my bathroom to assemble myself for the day. Finally dressed in my black hip hugger pants and my favorite black t-shirt with the red vampire fairy on it. I grabbed my spiked belt and headed for the stair case. As I reached the first stair I heard the faint sobs coming from my mother's room. Suddenly I was very aware of my sister's menacing glare. "WHAT!" I snapped. "You said you were going to apologize to mom Rylee." she said through her clenched teeth. "Kara, chill out, I was just in a hurry and forgot." I said wary of her antics. Kara's expression on her face turned to a pleading look. "Please Rylee," she begged. "Please." "Ok,OK!" I huffed.
I back tracked to my mother's room and creaked the door open. "Umm, mom..", I mumbled. "I, umm, I wanted..." I stumbled to get the words out. But true to her nature my mother was at my side. She grabbed me and hugged me tightly. "Oh Rylee, there is no need to apologize, you are right. I shouldn't worry about you so much. Your priorities are so much higher than mine were at your age." she said trailing off. I hate it when she does that. Blames herself for everything, I was the one in the wrong here not her. But once again before I could say anything she grabbed my arm and dragged me out the bedroom door and rushed me down the stairs into the kitchen.
"Have you eaten yet? Oh that was a silly question of course you haven't eaten breakfast yet." she said running her words together so fast that I thought my head would explode. She is such a scatter brain sometimes. In her frenzy she suddenly stopped in her tracks and stared off completely zoning out. "Mom, are you ok?" I asked slightly concerned. She returned my gaze with her own glazed over look. I walked over to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. "Mom... MOM!" I shouted. I looked into her hollow eyes. "MOTHER!" I shouted again shaking her shoulder this time. Suddenly her eyes rolled towards the back of her head and her body became ridged. "Oh my god, MOM!" I yelled panicked. Kara came running into the kitchen and she slide to a stop when she saw me shaking our mother. "MOM!" I yelled again. This doesn't make sense she looks like she is having a seizure yet she is not on the ground, she is standing straight up. In an act of desperation Kara slapped our mother's face as hard as she could. "KARA!" I yelled beyond panic to sheer terror. In that moment our mother's eyes rolled back into position. She blinked a couple of times as the hollow look faded away and our mother returned to us.
"Kara, Rylee? What is going on?" she asked confused and dazed. "Mom, you seriously blacked out. Like a seizure but you were standing up the entire time." I said with tears in my eyes. Mom touched my face with her cool, boney hand. "Oh Rylee I am ok honey." Kara stood there as still as possible until our mom looked at her. "Kara, honey..." Mom opened her arms and Kara flew into them clinging onto her as she sobbed and apologized over and over for slapping mom's face. Mom kept tell her it was ok and not to worry. In that small moment as I watch my mom and my sister I realized that Kara still has the small fragile child in her that she tries so hard to hide. Our father's death was so hard on all of us, but I think Kara took it the hardest. She was his little shadow. It used to bug me how much time she would spend with him and how he would just let her. After his death I realized I was just jealous that she had a lot of his time when I wanted it for myself. So selfish I suppose. It doesn't matter now, he is gone, and there is just us three.
We stood there for what seemed to be like hours when suddenly my mom flew into super mom mode again. "Oh no, it is almost time for the bus to be here and you haven't eaten breakfast yet Rylee." she said rushing through to find things to throw together for my breakfast. I stood there perplexed at how she was completely out of it and now running around as if nothing had happened. "Mom, calm down. I won't starve to death by missing one breakfast." I said a bit annoyed. "None sense young lady, you will have some breakfast." she said as she rummaged more through the refrigerator and cupboards. Something is different about her, she is more anxious than usual. It's like she is on hyper drive. But my mom is the type of person that wouldn't tell you anyways. I stood there a bit longer as she throw some bread into the toaster, grabbed some eggs out and began cooking them. "Mom, really, you need to stop." But of course she completely ignored me. I sighed and grabbed a glass of milk.
I was soon lost in thought of the mornings events. Then suddenly my mind wandered to the thought of school. OH GOD! I thought to myself. The first day of High School. My stomach suddenly didn't feel so well and I trembled a little. It probably wouldn't be so bad since typically 9th grade is high school, but here 9th grade is held in the junior high. So this really will be my first day of high school. I felt my blood rush from my face and flow down to my feet, at least that is how it felt. My face must have given away my thoughts because Kara and my mother were both staring at me. "Rylee....honey are you ok? You don't look so well." my mother said concerned as she brought a cool wet wash cloth and placed it on my forehead. I am so excited but so nervous too. I was so lost in thought I didn't notice Kara had slide close to me. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my foot. "EARTH TO RYLEE!" she was back into obnoxious little sister mode. I shook myself out of my thoughts and glared down at Kara. "Kara! What the hell! Don't step on my foot!" I snapped at her with my teeth clinched. "Well if you wouldn't go off into Rylee land all the time I wouldn't have to. Now eat!" She said jumping from little sister mode to second mother mode instantly. "STOP IT! Both of you...That is quite enough." my mom snapped at us. My mother rarely yells or snaps but she seem super irritated today.
"Mom, I will grab a pop tart to go...ok." I said trying to calm the energy. Plus the way my stomach felt I really didn't want to eat a lot. My mother looked at me with a stern parental glare. "No Rylee, you have to eat at least a bowl of cereal." she said with her arms folded trying to get her point across. "Aw mom!" I whined. "Maybe I should just drive you to school today then you will have time to eat." she said matter of fact like. Horror ran through my head and down my spine. It was bad enough to arrive at school by bus, but even worse to have your parents drop you off. The way my mom would hover over me when we got there would be torture, ruin my whole high school experience in one foul swoop. "No mom!" I protested. "I will be fine, look I will..." I scanned the room with my eyes. "I will take a pop tart, granola bar, and an apple. Ok???" I pleaded. But she could give me a response I grabbed all three items shoving the pop tart in my mouth and chewing quickly before she could stop me. "Alright Rylee, I understand now. Teenagers don't like being seen with their parents, it is just a phase." mom said in a lecturing parent way.
I quickly headed towards the door. "Rylee, honey.. your back pack." mom called out to me. Ugh I thought and let out a huge sigh. "Mom, no one uses back packs anymore. " I mumbled. But I saw my mother was going to insist so I snatched the back pack and threw it on my back. It was then I saw the big ugly yellow school bus pulling up to my house from my front room window. The typical screeching air breaks and the loud huff sounds buses make as if they are literally complaining. I turned to go open the door as the bus driver began wailing on the horn impatiently. But again before I could get my foot out the door my mother touched my shoulder. "Next year Rylee, you will be sixteen and I promise you can take your dad's car to school instead of the bus if you keep up your end of the bargain." she said with a hint of sadness in her voice. I looked at my mother's face and saw the torment in her eyes. She hated the idea of me driving, after all it was how my dad died. It was two years ago that he was in a horrible car accident. My mother used to always say it was her fault he was in the accident. It didn't matter how much you told her it wasn't her fault she would still insist it was. The truth was my dad had gone out to the store to get my mom a birthday present. On his way back he was hit head on by a drunk driver driving at 100 miles/hr. Both of the cars blow up on impact killing my dad and the driver of the other car. My mother blames herself because he was doing something for her. But my dad was like that. Always did stuff for everyone else especially his family. He loved us very much, and my mother was his "pretty lady" he would always say. It shattered our family and still two years later we are broken but slowly healing.
My thoughts suddenly returned to the present moment when I heard the bus driver wailing on the horn in quick intervals showing he was obviously annoyed and in a hurry. I looked into my mother's eyes. "I will mom, I promise." I said with a huge reassuring grin on my face. "Straight A's!" I boasted as I ran out the door for the bus. I stepped on to the first step of the bus and the doors began to close behind me. I heard my mom yell, "I love you Rylee!" I looked back to see her waving with Kara by her side and Raja poking her head out between them. The doors shut completely behind me and I was on my way to the first day of my Sophomore year in high school.
(End Chapter 1)
Born Witch is a novel and therefore several chapters. Please know that all my novels are copyrighted.
"Tolerance implies no lack of commitment to one's own beliefs.
Rather it condemns the oppression or persecution of others."
~John F. Kennedy
Last edited by AgentShayd; 04-03-2013 at 04:23 AM.
Well shortly I will be uploading chapter 2 and some short bios of the characters... Enjoy.. but remember Born Witch is a trademarked copyright to ShaydTown productions the the company you see above. Thanks for reading you guys!
"Tolerance implies no lack of commitment to one's own beliefs.
Rather it condemns the oppression or persecution of others."
~John F. Kennedy