The Writing Witch Chapter 2: Crushing and Spelling

by Gabriella in Skool's Out 4 Summr!

Chapter 2
If side a equals fifty-five degrees, and side b equals seventy-nine degrees then side c should be… what?

Math; we were having a test on geometry.
I quickly scribbled the answer and looked at my hands. They hurt so much. Not because of writing, but because of scars and cuts all over my hands.
I’m not some type of daredevil if that’s what you think. I’m a witch getting her powers.
“It happens to all witches and wizards when they first get their powers,” my mom had said.
If only I could use them at school…
“We can’t show people that wizards and witches exist! We’re abnormal to them. You’ll just have to keep your powers a secret at school. But you still have to learn your spells, so I disguised your spell book into a Harry Potter book. When you have time, pull out the book and read,” my dad had told me.
If only the world didn’t have rules… Man that would make a great story.
I tapped my pencil on my chin. How I got into advanced math, I’ll never know.

Okay, next problem. Supplementary angles; that means that two angles have to equal…err…one hundred…one hundred…one hundred eighty degrees! Okay, so if one angle is thirty-three degrees, then the other angle must be…? Okay, clam down. One eighty minus thirty-three equals. Okay, too hard. I’ll just write it on the paper.

I scribbled down the problem and figured out the answer. I did three more and…done!
I stood up and handed the paper to the teacher, praying I got them right. Then, I sharpened my pencil and sat back down.
I took my books from under the desk and neatly placed them upon the table. I slowly slipped the Harry Potter book out of the pile and began studying the spells.

Flaminus- To create fire
Blah…blah…blah…Oooh, interesting…
Mouchia- To make a person or object fly
Interesting…I could use that…
Matarious- The killing spell.
If used on any person, sorcerer or letailias (non-magical people), you will be sentenced to prison until death.
Eeeeek! There’s even a picture of a dead dude on this page! Turn the page! Turn the page! Andale! Andale!

Then the bell rang. I quickly packed up my books and rushed out of the classroom, the picture of the dead guy still fresh in my mind.
I turned left and saw him. “Who is he?” you might be asking. Well, he is a friend. Okay, kind of, and I have a totally huge crush on him. He is Jake Andrews.

Status:
Hair- dark brown with spikes in the front, sometimes flattened on special occasions
Eyes- a yummy, deep brown
Facial Stuff- a cute mole near his mouth
Other Info- He can sing, play the guitar, he gets well with young kids (I’ve seen him in the after-care and he is so sweet!), he writes (need I say more?), and we’re some-what friends.

He turned to me and said, “Hey, Natalie.”
I blushed and said, “Hey, Jake.”
He smiled and continued down the hallway.
I ran over to my locker, undid the lock, and put my head in it. I started taking heavy breaths.
“He is a friend, not a boyfriend,” I said repeatedly. I kept taking heavy breaths. “Okay, girl, pull yourself together. Just grab those books and you’ll see him in French,” I said, giving myself a little pep talk. I swallowed hard. “Okay…”
I took my books and closed the locker door. I took one last breath and walked down the hallway. I then checked my books and…uh-oh… I took my French history book instead of the French class workbook!
I groaned, turned on my heel (in the most ungraceful way!), and walked back to my locker.