Authors: Calista Anastasia
Tags: #Fantasy, #Paranormal, #Fiction
The Young Witch’s Chronicles ~ Book I
by Calista Anastasia
Copyright © 2012 by Calista
Cover art by LFD Designs
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Love you both.
like a bomb
inside her head.
She filed out of her last period class
, envisioning herself as a robot shuffling down the hall to her locker. She twirled her combination and
swung the door wide. St
the books she needed into her backpack
, she turned
toward the exit.
Raised voices and the clang of metal rebound
off the hard surfaces
to assault her ears
along, eager to escape the din and
find others of her species.
the rest of the
out of T
like ants swarming out of a flooded hill
steps, her arms loaded with library books for her
. Her bulging backpack with its
on her arm.
She made it to the sidewalk
without losing her load
and looked around for her friends
but when she didn’t see them, headed for the flagpole, their rendezvous point. She rested against the big concrete base and balanced the backpa
ck on the edge.
Raising her face, she closed her eyes allowing the afternoon sun to warm her.
C’mon. Gimme some Vitamin D
, and maybe a cool tan
She heard a commotion
; picked out a
and opened her eyes.
When she located the source she
sucked in a breath and
There he is, his Royal Awesomeness
. She felt a strangling sensation like all the air was being sucked out of her lungs.
OMG! He's looking straight at me!
She wished her hands weren't full so she could at least brush her hair out of her eyes. The long blonde strands were flying around in the breeze.
I should have brushed it.
I should have used a
, the absolute cutest boy ever, was staring at her. He looked away when one of his buds from baseball pushed him. He laughed and shoved back, but just for a moment
he was actually looking at her.
She tried to breathe in and out like a normal person.
Yeah, right. Like Greg Lambert would ever notice me.
tried not to stare
as he joked with
some of his
He glanced at Mercy
before he swung his backpack and gear on the
His friends clustered around him,
ing and jo
, but Greg was taller and she could see his brown hair above the
Mercy stared at his profile as he talked with his friends.
Whenever he looked at her, her cheeks got pink and she found someplace else to gaze.
She should have smiled when he glanced at her. She should have waved. She sighed
Like that’s ever gonna happen
her best friend
, Felicity Porter, leaving the auditorium carrying her cello case in front of her like an elephant carries its trunk.
serious as she threaded her way through t
he stream of jostling students.
Mercy looked over the crowd of students
Bleh! Here comes trouble
Her stomach clenched when
Boyd, Amy Hoffman and Becca Mandrake
emerged from the building
giggling and squealing
led the way, as usual and she pranced straight up to Greg, as usual.
“Hi Greg!” she sang.
When she waved
charm bracelet on her wrist jingle jangled. "Yo
u were so aw
esome at the game Saturday
I could have just died when you hit the ball into the infield.” She
bellowed out a laugh
, but Greg seemed to like it. He grinned and
Mercy tried not to frown and when she felt her lower lip jutting out, she sucked it back in.
How could Greg be
’s flirtatious fawning?
I wish she would get what she deserves.
stepped back and fell flat on her bottom. She looked s
red when the baseball players laughed. Greg offered a hand
but her girlfriends clustered around to help her scramble to her feet.
Mercy couldn’t h
elp but giggle at all the fuss.
’s face twisted into a sneer as she spun ar
. “What are you looking at,
Mercy’s stomach roiled as she heard the familiar epithet.
Lindy had called her this since grade school when her straight A
report cards were acknowledged in school and her
were displayed around the room by her proud teachers. Now, it was accepted all over school. Mercy and her friends were the official nerds of
High and as such, had an
cootie count which made them untouchable by those with a much cooler ranking.
Lindy’s eyes narrowed
to mean little slits. S
he strode to where Mercy stood and
backpack off the
The zipper split open, spilling the contents on the ground.
other girls laughed.
tossed her hair
, her silver
bracelet jingle-jangling on her wrist. She
where her friends grouped
in a herd
. The laughter died down and she knelt to
gather her books and homework.
She looked up to find herself staring into big, brown eyes the color of melted chocolate. “Oh, I…um…”
Greg smiled. He
squatted down beside her
began to collect her books.
“Here ya go.”
He grinned at M
rcy and stuffed
backpack as she straightened he
“Thanks, Greg,” she said
but couldn’t meet his gaze.
Her chest felt li
ke it was filled with feathers.
“Don’t let those girls get to you.” He hoisted the backpack onto the
tood, leaning against the concrete
He held two of he
r library books in one big paw.
Mercy was aware that
and her friends were staring.
Feeling the weight of their gaze, she tried to ignore them. She took a moment before st
with as much grace as she could muster. S
a deep breath
let it out before casting a shy smile at Greg.
were you at
the game on Saturday?” he asked.
“Um, no. My grandmother needed me.”
Man, that was
and her friends call
“I mean, she needed me to do
something for her.”
hat was a
He nodded. “That’s cool. I made two hits. I wish you could have
.” He sounded like he really meant it.
“Me too.” She looked up to see
making her way down the
the cello case leading the way.
Lindy gestured toward Felicity and she and Becca laughed
the bottom of the steps and
for the instrument, hoping to guide
and her spiteful friends.
snickered and stuck out her foot to trip
but got the cello instead, resulting in Mercy catching the cello and
“Yowch! You clumsy
! Watch where you’re going.”
Lindy's face drew into a snarl, her teeth
bared like a dog about to bite.
Amy and Becca
gathered round to commiserate with her. “
he grace of a water buffalo.” “Unbelievable!