THE
WITCHES HIGHSCHOOL
Love doesn't exit for them
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Die
Writer's POV
"Look dad, are you sure about this whole new idea of moving to a different place?" Ethan asked moving closer to his dad who was busy parking their bags.
"Believe me son, it's what's best for us all" his dad answered.
"But, do we really need to go to that particular city? Especially that location. We goggled that place yesterday and that place is boring. That place is so dry. Change your mind before it's too late" Ethan tried convincing his dad.
"Are you worried that you'll no longer get more bit*hes to screw huh!?" Owen asked Ethan coming into the room.
"You shut up, okay? I'm trying to do this for us all" Ethan snapped at him.
"No! Don't tell me to shut up okay? I aren't some kid you should tell when to keep mute and when to start talking" Owen snapped back at him.
"Can you two quietly leave my room?" Their father turned to both of them and said.
"And Ethan...I've made up my mind, I aren't changing it for any reason. You know your mom needs this, she needs a quite place to recover from this unknown illness" He added calmly.
"Yeah! Whatever" Ethan mumbled then walked passed Owen who was standing at the door, purposely brushing his shoulders.
Owen kept quit at what he did.
"Don't mind him, you know he can be an a*s sometimes" their father who was actually his uncle but now his father said.
It might be a bit confusing but Owen is actually not the man's real son but his dead brother's son.
"Yeah, I know. I've gotten used to em alright and I shouldn't have butted in, in the first place' Owen cooed walking closer to him.
"Dad! Dad!!" They both heard the loud voice of Ryan rushing into the room.
"What is it?" The man asked.
"It's mom, it's happening again" he answered and immediately they all rushed to the woman's room.
"No! No! Their coming, we have to run" the woman on the bed kept saying as she shook heavily.
"Sweetheart! Sweetheart you need to calm down. No one is coming okay?" Their father sat down beside her and started whispering into her ear. Her eyes were shut and she kept shaking, sweats filled her whole body.
"Their coming, we need to run away from them. They are closer, we need to run away" she kept mumbling and saying.
"Give me the injection" their father said stretching his hand out. He has to make her keep shut before the situation gets worse.
Owen looked for the injection usually given to her and handed it over to their father. He collected it and injected her.
Immediately she stopped shaking and mumbling words. She fell into a deep sleep.
The three of them sighed and that was when Ethan rushed into the room.
"Is she okay?" He asked standing at the door and his eyes fixed on his mom.
"She's fine" their dad replied walking out of the room.
"For now" he added before disappearing.
Far away from there we have the **WITCHES HIGHSCHOOL**
Bells went off and everyone of them got into class well expect for the four queens of the school.
They were in their own practice room practicing and improving their powers.
So many of the students look up to them because they are believed to be the strongest and aside been the strongest, they are also the most beautiful.
When mere humans look at this four ladies, they helplessly fall in love with them so they have never been out to the real world before. They just stay stuck inside the school as they'll call it.
WITCHES HIGHSCHOOL comprises of both female and male gender tho. They all got powers and there they all witches.
Inside the practice room.
Cecile wore a hat which was a little bent over to a side, the hat covered one of her eyes and her lips is covered in red lipstick. Her fingers are all red and long, so shiny.
She lifted her hand up a bit and concentrated her illusion on a moving truck.
The truck isn't inside the training room but somewhere outside the witches world.
She lifted her hand higher and got a more clearer view of the truck. The truck was filled with sand at the back and the driver was drinking and then smoking at the same time.
"Since you wanna die, I'll grant you your wish" she spoke into the driver's ears.
The driver hearing her voice started looking around the truck wondering if someone was actually with him. When he didn't see anyone, he continued drinking from his bottle of alcohol with one hand and driving with the other.
He lifted the bottle again to drink from it but the bottle shatttered into pieces.
"The" she chanted in greek language meaning the word 'die'.
The driver found himself losing control, the brakes started to fail.
Then the truck moved sideways and then crashed into the smaller vehicles ahead of him.
The driver hit his head continuously on the steering and then finally died.
A smile crept up on her face.
"You were gonna die a more terrible death tonight anyways. Just did you a little favor" Cecile said in her mind.
TBC
