Luckily, she didn’t seem to notice. “You know, Margaret,” The second in command, “Lily,” The slave, “Genevieve,” just another wanna be, “and Bright.” The nobody.
“Sounds fun.” I said not quite seriously. “Can you make it?” Wow, she really seemed hopeful! “Yeah, I think so, I’ll have to check with my mom first.” “Well I really hope you come. We’re gonna have so much fun!”
We turned into the commons, and since we both had different classes, split up.
I had healing next with Doctor Finlandia.
Doctor Finlandia is the only “Witch Doctor” at our school. She’s been here as long as anybody can remember. She was here when my mom was in school, and her mom before that. All in all, that’s a more complicated way of saying she’s ancient. Even though she’s probably like, 150 or something, she doesn’t look old. She looks like she is in her early 50s or something, but to tell you the truth, she is the exact picture of a witch. Including the wart on her nose.
I took my seat in the back row, and waited. Dr. Finlandia always took awhile getting into the classroom. No one knew why, not even the other teachers. Some girls next to me where whispering and giggling about this one boy named Josh Udani at the front of the room. I didn’t really see what was so great about him, but apparently I was the only one. He was tall and, I guess you could say he was cute, but I’d known him since kindergarten, and since I’d seen him wet his pants, throw up, and burp really loudly, I couldn’t like him anymore than a brother, but try telling that to a bunch of level eight girls who get their best grades in gossip.
Dr. Finlandia swept into the room, from where, no one had a clue. “Enchanted, class.” She said in a strangely beautiful, husky voice. “Enchanted Dr. Finlandia.” The class recited in unison.
Something flew through the air and hit me in the head. I picked it up off my desk, and realized that it was a wadded up piece of note paper. I opened it and read:
What’s up? This class bores me 2 death, how ‘bout u?
I looked around to see who it was from. Josh caught my eye and grinned. Just figures that the only girl in the room who didn’t think he’s “dreamy” is the one he decided to pass a note to. Apparently, the giggling girls where thinking along the same lines as me, because they where glaring at me with utter loathing. Then I realized that the girls where Lily and Bright, two of Livia’s clique members. That’s when I decided to respond instead of just leaving it in my desk, or throwing it away.
I felt cruel as I smiled at them, looked down at the page and ‘giggled’, and then dug in my desk for a pencil. I had to go through about everything in my desk before I found one. I couldn’t open it enough to actually see in and that made it more difficult.
By this time Finlandia was taking roll call, so I had to wait until she called my name, before I could start writing under my desk. Since my last name is Yazi, it took forever for her to get to me, but eventually she called: “Juliet Yazi?” and I said “Here.” and could finally start writing.
I actually don’t really mind it. I think Finlandia’s kind of interesting. Listen. Livia and her clique are having a party, and I’m really not looking forward to it. Actually, Livia’s has been being kind of a brat lately, and I kind of want to get back at her, so can you just go along with it? Great. Just so u know, if anyone asks, we’re “2gether”. Got it? We aren’t for real, and this only has to last ‘till Friday, and u shouldn’t take this to seriously.
Sorry! ‘’
The farther I got, the more I realized how ridicules the idea was. It was stupid. I couldn’t send it! It would just make everything awkward! I just should-
A hand zipped down and yanked the note off the binder on my lap. I looked up, straight into the gnarled face of Dr. Finlandia.
It took Finlandia about a minute to really process what was going on. She sat at her desk, reading the note over and over, until finally, she stood and said “Miss Leimkuhler, Miss Cambridge, Miss Yazi, and Mr. Udani, you will all see me, in my office, during after lunch break. We have some matters we need to discus. For now, Mr. Udani and Miss Yazi will right 50 lines each.” She paused and considered, “Make that 100. Now come up here so that I can assign them to you.”
With a scraping of chairs, Josh and I stood, and walked over to Finlandia, with a look of defeat on our faces.
Finlandia handed us each a piece of paper, and we headed back to our desks. I glanced at mine and read in loopy cursive:
I will not seek revenge on people who are supposed to be my friends.
It was going to be a long day.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Chapter Three, part four
I guess I should have been prepared for her to invite me to her party.
Yeah, I know I said she was my friend, which is mostly true. Or, it used
to be true, anyway. But recently, she had surrounded herself with this
group of followers. She claimed it wasn’t her clique, but then how come
she managed to have all her little wanna-bees do whatever she wanted,
whenever she wanted?
Well, anyway, it seemed to me that she’d kind of decided that since I’m
not one of her pawns, that I couldn’t even be her friend. So then she
surprised me, and I wasn’t really prepared. I messed up right then and
there by blurting out:
“Umm... Who else is gonna be there?”
Pathetic, huh? I hadn’t taken a moment to think, or I’d have realized
how self-centered and self-conscious it was of me to respond like that,
until after I’d said it, and then it was kind of too late. Lame, I know,
but I just stepped in deeper: “I’m just curious....” Whiney and weak,
I agree. Whew!
Yeah, I know I said she was my friend, which is mostly true. Or, it used
to be true, anyway. But recently, she had surrounded herself with this
group of followers. She claimed it wasn’t her clique, but then how come
she managed to have all her little wanna-bees do whatever she wanted,
whenever she wanted?
Well, anyway, it seemed to me that she’d kind of decided that since I’m
not one of her pawns, that I couldn’t even be her friend. So then she
surprised me, and I wasn’t really prepared. I messed up right then and
there by blurting out:
“Umm... Who else is gonna be there?”
Pathetic, huh? I hadn’t taken a moment to think, or I’d have realized
how self-centered and self-conscious it was of me to respond like that,
until after I’d said it, and then it was kind of too late. Lame, I know,
but I just stepped in deeper: “I’m just curious....” Whiney and weak,
I agree. Whew!
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Chapter Three, part three
“Boy, that was intense!” I said to my friend Liviya, who was walking back to home room with me, down our one, low ceilinged hallway. Windows lined the wall that faced the back field, which was in need of mowing, but looked good that way.
“Yeah, I know! Can’t believe Truxon hasn’t been fired for lack of teaching.” Liviya was about 4 inches shorter than me, and had pretty brown hair, which she was pulling into a pony tail as we spoke. “I think that if I were in charge, I wouldn’t be able to bring myself to fir him! He just seems so happy when he’s twirling around the room and-” “Giving long boring lectures.” Liviya finished my sentence. “Listen Jules, my 14th birthday is this Saturday, and mom said that I can have a couple people over for the night. Are you busy?”
“Yeah, I know! Can’t believe Truxon hasn’t been fired for lack of teaching.” Liviya was about 4 inches shorter than me, and had pretty brown hair, which she was pulling into a pony tail as we spoke. “I think that if I were in charge, I wouldn’t be able to bring myself to fir him! He just seems so happy when he’s twirling around the room and-” “Giving long boring lectures.” Liviya finished my sentence. “Listen Jules, my 14th birthday is this Saturday, and mom said that I can have a couple people over for the night. Are you busy?”
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Chapter Three, part two
“That’s it. That’s it. Just put your arms up a little higher, and spread your legs apart slightly, and point your toe.” Mr. Truxon is kind of famous for his lectures. They aren't like lectures Professors give for an audience, they’re more like the kind that take up a whole class period and are just the same thing over and over. We could all feel one brewing up, even though we hadn’t done anything except fallow the rules so far, there was no way we where gonna make it through a whole ‘nother class without a lecture on the importance of Cauldron Dynamics. And, sure enough, after about 4 minutes, he decided to tell us how to use magic.
“Witchcraft works from the inside out. You must-” But he was cut off by a small voice, that just might have come from me, that said “Aww, come on! We’re on a roll!” but instead of stopping him, it just seemed to give him new heart, and he started where he left off. “-look inside your head. It is dark and laud. Imagine light. Imagine a golden country side. If you take control of what goes on inside your head, you can take control of what goes on outside it. You get control what is inside your head the same way you live and breathe: Without a thought. The things you really need will come to you. Class dismissed.”
“Witchcraft works from the inside out. You must-” But he was cut off by a small voice, that just might have come from me, that said “Aww, come on! We’re on a roll!” but instead of stopping him, it just seemed to give him new heart, and he started where he left off. “-look inside your head. It is dark and laud. Imagine light. Imagine a golden country side. If you take control of what goes on inside your head, you can take control of what goes on outside it. You get control what is inside your head the same way you live and breathe: Without a thought. The things you really need will come to you. Class dismissed.”
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Chapter Three, part one
Okay, so even though I said that there was no way anyone could get me to do Cauldron Dynamics, my wonderful plan failed. The teacher, Mr. Truxon, wouldn’t allow it. He said that I’d just have to tough it up, even though my leg was swollen twice the size of the other one, and had a huge bruise on it.
Cauldron Dynamics is basically Eurythmy, except it has a purpose. It’s to give yourself “extra power” while your making your potions, and, if your my mom, soup, smoothies, and sometimes cookies. I think it must just be out of habit.
Cauldron Dynamics is basically Eurythmy, except it has a purpose. It’s to give yourself “extra power” while your making your potions, and, if your my mom, soup, smoothies, and sometimes cookies. I think it must just be out of habit.
Chapter Two
School. Boring, even if we are learning spells and magic! School to me means getting up early, standing for twenty minutes in front of your closet in your underwear, rubbing your eyes, and waiting to wake up enough to remember what your supposed to be doing. And then spending another twenty minutes trying to figure out what you should wear.
That’s exactly what I was doing at 5:30 in the morning, the next day. Why we have to go to school so early, is because it’s easier for us to concentrate when the moon is still out. It’s better for our morning (in it’s most literal form) lesson.
I yawned, scratched my head, and, slowly, I walked into my closet and picked up a shirt and a pare of jeans. The shirt was, as my best friend who moved across the country, would say, “Barf Green”. I personally thought it was more of a olive, yellowy green. It was “vintage” and said “Bewitched” in cursive across the chest.
After I was dressed, I glanced in the mirror. My hair was a lost cause,so I just left it All I could think about that second was...
“Caffeine!” I moaned as I went down stairs. “Coffee stunts your growth.” My mom said as she handed me a cup of the stuff. It was hot, but it made me feel better immediately.
More awake, I started making my lunch. I warmed up some left over chinese food, and put it in a thermos. I opened the cupboard and pulled out some sun chips. The bag was almost empty, so I just put the whole bag in my lunch box. Bugs came up and rubbed against my legs, and that reminded me that I still had to put my name on my moon drawings. I picked her up, and walked over to the table where my pictures lay in the exact same place it had been when I left them last night, with a considerably bigger amount of cat hair on them. I brushed off the fur, and put them in my lunch box.
The garage was full. Of broomsticks. From your classic kitchen broom, to Harry Potter models, which, funnily enough, flew just as well, if not better, than the other brooms.
My broom was cheap, and blue handled, but it’s not like my parents where gonna buy me a fancy, expensive broom when I just learned how to fly! It’s an accident waiting to happen! I’d already crashed one, and even though I was sure I wouldn’t wreck another, mom and dad weren't taking any chances. My brother had a normal broom, but thats just ‘cause he’s older, and has been flying longer.
Gamn grabbed his, said bye to mom, dad, and Bugs, and was off. Mine wasn’t cooperating. The spell just wasn’t working, and no matter how many times I tried. Just goes to show there’s a reason my broom was so cheap.
After another five minutes of trying, I had dad try, and he finally got it to work. Mom handed me my lunch, phone, and my iPod. I turned it on, and it was playing The Beatles ‘Hey Jude’.
“Juliet,” Mom paused. “I don’t feel comfortable with you listening to music while you fly. You’ve already crashed once, and I wouldn’t put it past you to do it again.” Well wasn’t that nice! “I’ll be fine mom, and I wont hit any geese. Promise.” Mom sighed. “Okay, but I really wish Gamn would stay back and wait for you!” I thought she was done, but I was proven wrong. “Are you sure you want to wear those boots?” I looked down at my feet. I was wearing black leather high heeled boots, with pointy toes. Even though they only came up to my knees, they still had zippers. “Mom, their stylish! Everybody wears them! Even the teachers!” This wasn’t exactly true, but I rolled my eyes just to make it more believable. “You have to go!” Mom looked at her watch in horror. “The sun will rise in half an hour!” “Yeah, and some poor sucker walking to school will see a broom flying through the air!”
I scratched Bugs behind the ear, said bye to my parents, pressed play on my iPod, and flew off.
Okay, so I’m not the best flyer, and I almost hit the chimney, but after I passed the trees, I was fine!
I started really wishing I was wearing gloves, ‘cause holding on to a plastic broom handle in 30˚ weather is freezing. I was shivering, and that didn’t help my concentration. That was only one of the reasons I hate flying so early. Especially when you can’t see the clouds, and end up getting soaked periodically.
One of the things that I suck at, is landing. When my feet touched down, my broom kept going, so I had to keep running with it. My heel got stuck in the mud, and I ended up sprawled on the ground, my broom at the foot of the school building, which it had hit. For the first time today, I regretted wearing high heeled boots.
Flinching, I pulled myself up. My arm hurt, and there was no way any body was going to get me to do cauldron dynamics second period today.
I was limping too, and my already crappy hairdo was matted, and full of grass. My clothes actually weren't to bad, until I slipped and fell in a mud puddle. I picked up my broom and put it o the nearly full broom rack. I didn’t bother to lock it up, ‘cause it was so cheap nobody would even try stealing it. I hate Mondays.
Engraved above the door, it said WITCHIT ACADEMY FOR CHILDREN, TWEENS, AND TEENS WITH SPECIAL ABILITY’S, in fancy cursive. The name of my oh-so marvelous school. When ever I read that, I always feel slightly sorry for all the poor warlocks who have to go to a school with the word Witch in it, but I guess I shouldn’t, ‘cause, truthfully, witches came first.
“Enchanted.” I panted to my morning lesson teacher, after sprinting down the hall to homeroom. For a second, before I entered the building, I thought it was possible that nobody would notice my sad, sad state, but how could they not? Especially when I burst through the door, while she was giving instructions.
“Enchanted to see you, Miss Yazi. Now, if you would take your seat, I can continue our lesson.” Of course, I blushed. “Ummmm... right. Sorry.” I muttered, looking down at the ground as I walked to my assigned desk the front of the room.
The girl I sat next to was named Kamila. She was small, skinny, and rule abiding, but knowing her, she would probably have a hair brush, which meant that she could be a real life saver at that particular moment.
“Hey, you don’t have a hairbrush I could use, do you?” I asked her a little uncomfortably. She was really nice, but extremely protective of her things, and who she let use them.
She glanced up at my hair, and made a face. She clicked her tongue disapprovingly, but obliged after informing me that I would have to wash it afterwards. That sounded fine to me, so I took it out of her hand half a second after she had taken it out her desk. “Thanks so so so much!” I whispered, because Mrs. Capetillo had continued telling us about the importance of controlling yourself while doing magic in the presents of a human.
Bad: My hair was so matted that the brush couldn’t get through it at all, which meant that I had to wash Kamila’s hairbrush for almost no reason at all.
Good: It was warm inside, and i could feel myself thawing every second that Mrs. Capetillo spoke. (Which was a long time.)
That’s exactly what I was doing at 5:30 in the morning, the next day. Why we have to go to school so early, is because it’s easier for us to concentrate when the moon is still out. It’s better for our morning (in it’s most literal form) lesson.
I yawned, scratched my head, and, slowly, I walked into my closet and picked up a shirt and a pare of jeans. The shirt was, as my best friend who moved across the country, would say, “Barf Green”. I personally thought it was more of a olive, yellowy green. It was “vintage” and said “Bewitched” in cursive across the chest.
After I was dressed, I glanced in the mirror. My hair was a lost cause,so I just left it All I could think about that second was...
“Caffeine!” I moaned as I went down stairs. “Coffee stunts your growth.” My mom said as she handed me a cup of the stuff. It was hot, but it made me feel better immediately.
More awake, I started making my lunch. I warmed up some left over chinese food, and put it in a thermos. I opened the cupboard and pulled out some sun chips. The bag was almost empty, so I just put the whole bag in my lunch box. Bugs came up and rubbed against my legs, and that reminded me that I still had to put my name on my moon drawings. I picked her up, and walked over to the table where my pictures lay in the exact same place it had been when I left them last night, with a considerably bigger amount of cat hair on them. I brushed off the fur, and put them in my lunch box.
The garage was full. Of broomsticks. From your classic kitchen broom, to Harry Potter models, which, funnily enough, flew just as well, if not better, than the other brooms.
My broom was cheap, and blue handled, but it’s not like my parents where gonna buy me a fancy, expensive broom when I just learned how to fly! It’s an accident waiting to happen! I’d already crashed one, and even though I was sure I wouldn’t wreck another, mom and dad weren't taking any chances. My brother had a normal broom, but thats just ‘cause he’s older, and has been flying longer.
Gamn grabbed his, said bye to mom, dad, and Bugs, and was off. Mine wasn’t cooperating. The spell just wasn’t working, and no matter how many times I tried. Just goes to show there’s a reason my broom was so cheap.
After another five minutes of trying, I had dad try, and he finally got it to work. Mom handed me my lunch, phone, and my iPod. I turned it on, and it was playing The Beatles ‘Hey Jude’.
“Juliet,” Mom paused. “I don’t feel comfortable with you listening to music while you fly. You’ve already crashed once, and I wouldn’t put it past you to do it again.” Well wasn’t that nice! “I’ll be fine mom, and I wont hit any geese. Promise.” Mom sighed. “Okay, but I really wish Gamn would stay back and wait for you!” I thought she was done, but I was proven wrong. “Are you sure you want to wear those boots?” I looked down at my feet. I was wearing black leather high heeled boots, with pointy toes. Even though they only came up to my knees, they still had zippers. “Mom, their stylish! Everybody wears them! Even the teachers!” This wasn’t exactly true, but I rolled my eyes just to make it more believable. “You have to go!” Mom looked at her watch in horror. “The sun will rise in half an hour!” “Yeah, and some poor sucker walking to school will see a broom flying through the air!”
I scratched Bugs behind the ear, said bye to my parents, pressed play on my iPod, and flew off.
Okay, so I’m not the best flyer, and I almost hit the chimney, but after I passed the trees, I was fine!
I started really wishing I was wearing gloves, ‘cause holding on to a plastic broom handle in 30˚ weather is freezing. I was shivering, and that didn’t help my concentration. That was only one of the reasons I hate flying so early. Especially when you can’t see the clouds, and end up getting soaked periodically.
One of the things that I suck at, is landing. When my feet touched down, my broom kept going, so I had to keep running with it. My heel got stuck in the mud, and I ended up sprawled on the ground, my broom at the foot of the school building, which it had hit. For the first time today, I regretted wearing high heeled boots.
Flinching, I pulled myself up. My arm hurt, and there was no way any body was going to get me to do cauldron dynamics second period today.
I was limping too, and my already crappy hairdo was matted, and full of grass. My clothes actually weren't to bad, until I slipped and fell in a mud puddle. I picked up my broom and put it o the nearly full broom rack. I didn’t bother to lock it up, ‘cause it was so cheap nobody would even try stealing it. I hate Mondays.
Engraved above the door, it said WITCHIT ACADEMY FOR CHILDREN, TWEENS, AND TEENS WITH SPECIAL ABILITY’S, in fancy cursive. The name of my oh-so marvelous school. When ever I read that, I always feel slightly sorry for all the poor warlocks who have to go to a school with the word Witch in it, but I guess I shouldn’t, ‘cause, truthfully, witches came first.
“Enchanted.” I panted to my morning lesson teacher, after sprinting down the hall to homeroom. For a second, before I entered the building, I thought it was possible that nobody would notice my sad, sad state, but how could they not? Especially when I burst through the door, while she was giving instructions.
“Enchanted to see you, Miss Yazi. Now, if you would take your seat, I can continue our lesson.” Of course, I blushed. “Ummmm... right. Sorry.” I muttered, looking down at the ground as I walked to my assigned desk the front of the room.
The girl I sat next to was named Kamila. She was small, skinny, and rule abiding, but knowing her, she would probably have a hair brush, which meant that she could be a real life saver at that particular moment.
“Hey, you don’t have a hairbrush I could use, do you?” I asked her a little uncomfortably. She was really nice, but extremely protective of her things, and who she let use them.
She glanced up at my hair, and made a face. She clicked her tongue disapprovingly, but obliged after informing me that I would have to wash it afterwards. That sounded fine to me, so I took it out of her hand half a second after she had taken it out her desk. “Thanks so so so much!” I whispered, because Mrs. Capetillo had continued telling us about the importance of controlling yourself while doing magic in the presents of a human.
Bad: My hair was so matted that the brush couldn’t get through it at all, which meant that I had to wash Kamila’s hairbrush for almost no reason at all.
Good: It was warm inside, and i could feel myself thawing every second that Mrs. Capetillo spoke. (Which was a long time.)
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Chapter One
It should SO not be aloud to give homework over the weekend!
I ran up the stairs two at a time, jumped over my black cat Bugs, and into my room. It was small, and had a mural of the Salem witch trials that I had painted two years ago on one wall, and a huge, orange, harvest moon on the ceiling, that was more recent. In the corner, there was a double bed that had a big, fluffy olive green comforter wadded up on top of it. Open on my desk was a copy of ‘WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: THE COMPLETE WORKS’.
I opened the middle desk drawer, and pulled out a piece of black paper, and a white pencil, and headed back downstairs. As I went, I began wave my hand over the piece of paper, and chant:
circle spirits, be my compass
guide the pencil in my hand,
make me like Da Vinci,
who drew a circle in the sand.
I put the pencil tip to my paper, and it was as though my hand was moving on it’s own accord. When I opened my eyes, there was a perfect circle, scribed in white, in the center of my page. Thank goodness! I thought, because to tell you the truth, I wasn’t very good at that one at all. That was only the second time in three months that i had actually succeeded in that particular spell.
“Juliet, your gonna want to hurry in case it gets covered by the clouds.” “Yeah I know, I’m going now.” I answered my mom, still running, towards the front door. “’kay, good luck” I would’ve answered, but I already had my boots on, and was out the door, heading for the front yard.
“Hey Juliet, wanna play football with us?” It was my neighbors and their friend from school. “Sorry, homework.” I explained, “Have any of you seen the moon?” Carl, the older boy, blinked at me. “The moon? No it hasn’t come out yet.” I just barely restrained myself from rolling my eyes. “Yes it has, we saw it on the way home from-” We had been at a party for my brother Gamn and his class, and, well lets just say that if a human had walked in, they would think that they where going insane. So would you if you came into a clearing full of cauldrons, fires, and people of all ages singing and chanting. “Well any way, it’s huge. If you see it let me know.” Carl’s friend, who’s name I couldn’t remember, asked me why I needed to see it. If HE were a warlock, he wouldn’t have asked, but sadly enough, he wasn’t... which meant I would have to either tell the truth, or come up with an excuse within the next five seconds, which wouldn’t be easy, ‘cause I stink at making up excuses.
I sighed, and decided on the truth. “I’m supposed to sketch it. You know, just one of those stupid homework assignments. That’s all.” Carl’s friend didn’t let it go. “Why don’t you just go on the internet, and search a picture of the moon, and sketch it from there?” Stupid humans. “Because we have to draw the changes in the craters over the course of three days.” I explained. “The moon changes?” this time it was Carl’s younger brother Theo, speaking. “Yup.” I said, and trotted back towards my porch steps, where I sat and waited for the moon to come back out.
After about 15 minutes, Carl’s friend had to leave. Theo ran right across the street, and into his house, but Carl stayed back. His friend had dropped the football somewhere, and since it was dark, he was having trouble finding it. Just to be polite, I crossed the street to the empty lot they had been playing in. “He said it landed near a slope...” Carl was muttering. “Hey, any luck?” I asked. “Nope, how ‘bout you?” “None.” i said. At about that time, Carl spotted the ball in a garden a little ways away, so I headed back towards home, warmth, and light. Just when I was about to go up the front steps, I heard a shout from Carl. “Hey Juliet! You can see it now!” He was standing in the middle of the road, pointing up at the night sky. Sure enough,the full moon was there; huge and marvelous. “Yes! Score! Thanks Carl!” I yelled as I ran back into the middle of the street for a better view.
Each fall, as the Harvest Moon gets brighter, witches and warlocks spend all of September and October preparing for the 31st night, which is known to humans as “Halloween”. We make potions, spells, and write songs with healing powers. On the day of, all the witches and warlocks in the area gather in the designated spot, which is usually a field or clearing, and set up. We make a giant bon fire, and set up the cauldrons. After that, we all make masks and costumes that are WAY cooler than anything you’ve ever seen in a Halloween store. We dress up, and at midnight, we dance, sing, and tell story’s. We show off our newest spells and enchantments, gossip, and play games. The Harvest moon is the easiest time for us. The pull of the moon is stronger, and it strengthens our powers, and ability to control them.
As I stood there, looking at the moon, I felt as though I could do anything, and pull it off. I felt like I could fly without a broomstick, breath underwater, write a great american novel...
“Aren’t you gonna draw?” I’d almost forgotten that Carl was still there. “Oh... right. Of course.” I shook my head slightly, to get myself fully out of the daze, and began to draw the craters on the moon inside the white circle I’d drawn earlier. I was quick, and was done after only about 5 minutes. Carl left about half way through, which was probably good, ‘cause I ended up having to use more magic to make it look as though it were actually glowing on the black paper.
On the way back inside, it started to rain. Not hard, but with huge drops every here and there, so that by the time I was under the shelter of the porch roof, my page had a bunch of even darker spots on it, but there was no way I was doing it again ‘till I had to, so my teacher was just gonna have to live with it.
I took off my boots, and put my sketch down on the dining room table. I was about to put my name on it, but Bugs hopped up, and lay down on my paper. I’d just have to try again tomorrow.
I ran up the stairs two at a time, jumped over my black cat Bugs, and into my room. It was small, and had a mural of the Salem witch trials that I had painted two years ago on one wall, and a huge, orange, harvest moon on the ceiling, that was more recent. In the corner, there was a double bed that had a big, fluffy olive green comforter wadded up on top of it. Open on my desk was a copy of ‘WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: THE COMPLETE WORKS’.
I opened the middle desk drawer, and pulled out a piece of black paper, and a white pencil, and headed back downstairs. As I went, I began wave my hand over the piece of paper, and chant:
circle spirits, be my compass
guide the pencil in my hand,
make me like Da Vinci,
who drew a circle in the sand.
I put the pencil tip to my paper, and it was as though my hand was moving on it’s own accord. When I opened my eyes, there was a perfect circle, scribed in white, in the center of my page. Thank goodness! I thought, because to tell you the truth, I wasn’t very good at that one at all. That was only the second time in three months that i had actually succeeded in that particular spell.
“Juliet, your gonna want to hurry in case it gets covered by the clouds.” “Yeah I know, I’m going now.” I answered my mom, still running, towards the front door. “’kay, good luck” I would’ve answered, but I already had my boots on, and was out the door, heading for the front yard.
“Hey Juliet, wanna play football with us?” It was my neighbors and their friend from school. “Sorry, homework.” I explained, “Have any of you seen the moon?” Carl, the older boy, blinked at me. “The moon? No it hasn’t come out yet.” I just barely restrained myself from rolling my eyes. “Yes it has, we saw it on the way home from-” We had been at a party for my brother Gamn and his class, and, well lets just say that if a human had walked in, they would think that they where going insane. So would you if you came into a clearing full of cauldrons, fires, and people of all ages singing and chanting. “Well any way, it’s huge. If you see it let me know.” Carl’s friend, who’s name I couldn’t remember, asked me why I needed to see it. If HE were a warlock, he wouldn’t have asked, but sadly enough, he wasn’t... which meant I would have to either tell the truth, or come up with an excuse within the next five seconds, which wouldn’t be easy, ‘cause I stink at making up excuses.
I sighed, and decided on the truth. “I’m supposed to sketch it. You know, just one of those stupid homework assignments. That’s all.” Carl’s friend didn’t let it go. “Why don’t you just go on the internet, and search a picture of the moon, and sketch it from there?” Stupid humans. “Because we have to draw the changes in the craters over the course of three days.” I explained. “The moon changes?” this time it was Carl’s younger brother Theo, speaking. “Yup.” I said, and trotted back towards my porch steps, where I sat and waited for the moon to come back out.
After about 15 minutes, Carl’s friend had to leave. Theo ran right across the street, and into his house, but Carl stayed back. His friend had dropped the football somewhere, and since it was dark, he was having trouble finding it. Just to be polite, I crossed the street to the empty lot they had been playing in. “He said it landed near a slope...” Carl was muttering. “Hey, any luck?” I asked. “Nope, how ‘bout you?” “None.” i said. At about that time, Carl spotted the ball in a garden a little ways away, so I headed back towards home, warmth, and light. Just when I was about to go up the front steps, I heard a shout from Carl. “Hey Juliet! You can see it now!” He was standing in the middle of the road, pointing up at the night sky. Sure enough,the full moon was there; huge and marvelous. “Yes! Score! Thanks Carl!” I yelled as I ran back into the middle of the street for a better view.
Each fall, as the Harvest Moon gets brighter, witches and warlocks spend all of September and October preparing for the 31st night, which is known to humans as “Halloween”. We make potions, spells, and write songs with healing powers. On the day of, all the witches and warlocks in the area gather in the designated spot, which is usually a field or clearing, and set up. We make a giant bon fire, and set up the cauldrons. After that, we all make masks and costumes that are WAY cooler than anything you’ve ever seen in a Halloween store. We dress up, and at midnight, we dance, sing, and tell story’s. We show off our newest spells and enchantments, gossip, and play games. The Harvest moon is the easiest time for us. The pull of the moon is stronger, and it strengthens our powers, and ability to control them.
As I stood there, looking at the moon, I felt as though I could do anything, and pull it off. I felt like I could fly without a broomstick, breath underwater, write a great american novel...
“Aren’t you gonna draw?” I’d almost forgotten that Carl was still there. “Oh... right. Of course.” I shook my head slightly, to get myself fully out of the daze, and began to draw the craters on the moon inside the white circle I’d drawn earlier. I was quick, and was done after only about 5 minutes. Carl left about half way through, which was probably good, ‘cause I ended up having to use more magic to make it look as though it were actually glowing on the black paper.
On the way back inside, it started to rain. Not hard, but with huge drops every here and there, so that by the time I was under the shelter of the porch roof, my page had a bunch of even darker spots on it, but there was no way I was doing it again ‘till I had to, so my teacher was just gonna have to live with it.
I took off my boots, and put my sketch down on the dining room table. I was about to put my name on it, but Bugs hopped up, and lay down on my paper. I’d just have to try again tomorrow.
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