Just an Ordinary Witch

Chapter 1

Ordinary with a Twist

My name is Jessica. I am one of twenty Jessicas in my grade, which, since my school is pretty small, makes me no different than a large portion of the school. I have medium-brown hair and brown eyes, which are both really common. I live with my mom, my dad, and my annoying little brother, which is the same family situation that most people I know have. In case you didn't get the hint, everything about me screams 'average.' Basically, I could not be more ordinary.

Oh, by the way, I'm a witch.

I bet you didn't see that one coming, did you? You might be asking yourself, 'How did such a thing happen?' After all, it's not every day that a girl finds out that she has magical powers. Actually, it never happens.

How did it happen? Well, I'm not entirely sure. It's not as if I went through some long process to get transformed into a mythical being. It just happened, and whether I like it or not, my powers are here to stay.

I'm not entirely sure how it happened, as there's really no precedent for this sort of thing. After all, most schools don't offer 'the science behind witchcraft' in their curriculum. I will, however, tell you what I do know, and what I was doing when my powers emerged.

I was hanging out with a few friends of mine, eating chips and M&Ms while watching tv. We weren't doing anything special, just passing the time on an ordinary afternoon. We were watching "Sabrina the Teenage Witch," a show about a girl who realized that she was a witch on her sixteenth birthday. My friends and I were having fun, just sitting around the television and talking to each other. That is, of course, until the scene where Sabrina turns her rival, Libby, into a pineapple. After watching the scene, my friends cracked up, because it was just so unrealistic and ridiculous. I mean, turning a cheerleader into a pineapple? That could never happen. Or so I thought.

After watching the scene, my friends starting acting silly. They started pointing their fingers at each other, muttering unintelligible spells, just to see if they'd be able to turn each other into tropical fruit. No one expected it to work, and of course, it didn't. It's probably a good thing that I just sat there, rolling my eyes at how my foolish they looked. Otherwise, who knows what would have happened?

After all of my friends left my house, my evening went pretty normally. I did my homework, watched some more tv, and ate dinner with my family. I didn't give witches another thought until later that night. I had just taken a shower, and was combing out my tangled hair. After doing this for a while, I got a little bored. I remembered what my friends were doing while we were watching on tv, and for a laugh, decided to try it for myself. I closed my eyes, pointed at the mirror, and said the same spell that my friends had uttered that afternoon. As expected, nothing remarkable happened. That is until I opened my eyes, expecting to see my reflection in the mirror, and to my extreme surprise, saw a pineapple instead.

That was the beginning of my experience with witchcraft, but certainly not the end. After that first spell, I soon found others slipping out of me. I didn't even mean to use magic most of the time. It's something that I couldn't control, and something that absolutely scares me.

I don't know what'll happen if someone finds out. I mean, sooner or later, someone will. If I innocently point at someone, or say some words that turn out to be a spell that I don't even know exists, it'll become pretty obvious. I'm scared, and don't know what to do.

It's not as if I can ask anyone about this, either. If I tell people, they'll think I'm either a liar or just plain crazy. And, assuming for a moment that they would believe me, what would I do? Check out a library book on incantations and spells? Ask one of my friends what they would do in my place? Yeah right. Most people my age are focused on finding dates for the prom, not on how to control their witchcraft.

So, as you can see, I am an ordinary girl with an unordinary problem. It is unusual, yes, but I don't think it makes me any different from the person I was before. I am Jessica. I am an ordinary girl. And I am a witch.


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