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Monday, October 25, 2010
St. Louis High’s Witch
They called her Sabrina from the show “Sabrina, The Teenage Witch”. Sabrina may be a cute girl, but this freshman girl isn’t.
Anne, her real name, looked more than a real witch than Sabrina. She has the most beak-like-nose and the worst bushy black hair as ever.
People would stare at Anne. While small children ran away from her, most kids of Anne’s age would mock her for her looks. The worst group, who had been so cruel, to give her the name “Sabrina” was Danna’s.
Danna was the team captain of St. Louis high school cheering squad. She was a blond beauty with a very hot body. Danna was a dream for every male in campus. But for, Bruce- her boyfriend, she was a nightmare.
Bruce was also in senior high like Danna. He was one of the most gorgeous, popular and rich guys in St. Louis.
Two months ago, Bruce got interested with Danna because of her looks. But as the days went by, he realized Danna was just another pretty face, nothing more. They have nothing in common. In addition to that, Bruce detested Danna’s cruelty to the “Anne-girl”.
Danna and her friends would make fun of the girl whenever possible. They would taunt and ridicule her until she cries.
Yet, nasty deeds have punishments. Danna and her friends got what they deserve the morning after Hallow’s eve.
Bruce was driving Danna and her two cheering team-mates home. The three girls had some beers from a Halloween party outside town and they were behaving badly.
Bruce should have left the three, but being a gentleman, he patiently looked after the girls.
It was almost one o’clock in the morning. The road to Saint Louis town was quiet and completely deserted.
They were heading towards the town’s entrance when they saw a familiar face walking along the high way.
It was Anne. She was in her usual over-sized old sweater and pants. They knew she lived outside town in an old shack with a grandmother. But what made them looked twice was Anne, carrying a broomstick.
“She is a witch!” Danna cried. There was no fear in her voice, only hate. “That little ugly- STOP THE CAR!”
Bruce has no intention of stopping, but Danna had grabbed the wheels from him. They skidded into a halt, almost running over Anne.
Anne had been pale. Bruce felt very sorry for the girl. She was indeed not a pretty thing. Besides being witch-like, she looked malnourished in her thin stature. Her green-expressive eyes were her only interesting feature. At that moment, those eyes were huge and terrified.
“Wh-what do you want?”
Danna, along with her two friends, Diana and Daisy were instantly out of the car. Danna grabbed Anne’s hair as a reply. “What are you up to, Witch? Where have you been flying?”
“What do you mean?!” Anne was shrinking in fear. Not only that the girls were drunk, they also have the murderous looks in their eyes. Daisy, one of Danna’s friends had snatched her broomstick away.
“I just came from a part-time job,” Anne explained. “I was a cleaner after a Halloween party at Queen Lilly’s.”
Queen Lilly was an exclusive restaurant at Saint Louis.
“Liar!” Diana, Danna’s other girl friend reacted. “For all I know, you are plotting against us!”
“I am not a witch! Please-!”
Anne received a slap on her face. Still not satisfied, Diana shoved Anne, violently towards the rocky ground by the high way.
Anne fell hard. She cried in pain as a sharp stone cut into one of her palms.
“Let’s go girls,” Bruce finally intruded. He remained seated inside his car.
Bruce was getting sick watching his companions, but he kept his cool, hoping they’ll soon get tire tormenting Anne.
“She’s already crying. Get in the car, please.”
As if on cue, Anne sprang into her feet and ran with all her might for the trees, next to the road.
“Hey! You-!” Danna thundered. “WE ARE NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!”
Diana had picked up a stone and brought it flying towards Anne. It struck the girl’s right ankle.
For the second time, Anne hit the earth. She shielded her face with her arms as two more rocks fell on her. This time, from Danna and Daisy, who were laughing shrilly.
“Please, stop!” Anne wailed. “Please…”
“Stop it!” Bruce had been alarmed. More stones were thrown at Anne.
The girls were actually enjoying. They intend to kill Anne!
Bruce hurriedly came down from his vehicle. Once and for all, he will put a stop of his companion’s madness!
He discovered Anne was already up. She was not weeping anymore. Her emerald-green eyes were as if ablaze.
Bruce realized, Anne decided to fight for her life.
Danna and her friends were still hurling stones at Anne. The girl’s face was already bleeding.
“That’s it!” Bruce was really mad.
Three more rocks flew. Suddenly, the stones just stopped in mid-air. As if jinxed, they remained suspended in the air for a second, then dropped flatly on the ground.
Danna, Diana and Daisy instantly lost the alcohol inside their system. They have gazed at Anne fearfully.
But, Anne had also the terrified look in her face. She was staring at Bruce.
Bruce companions glanced at him, questioningly. And before his girlfriend could utter a word, Bruce had spoken of a chant.
There was a flash of bright, green light. Then, three ugly bull-frogs jumped off from the spot where Danna and her friends had been.
“You-!” Anne was still horrified.
“A warlock? Yes,” Bruce supplied, pleasantly. “I have a witch blood. It runs in my family. Though, we are prohibited from using magic anymore.”
Bruce approached Anne, casually. “I’ve always wanted to dump, Danna. I guess, this was the right time.”
The young man uttered another chant. With such gentleness, he placed a hand over Anne’s forehead. A faint green glow appeared from Bruce palm. Almost immediately, Anne’s memory about him being a witch’s son was erased.