The Witches Past, Chapter 6

The Witches Past, Chapter 6

Breann Carlson and Eden Medlin

Chapter six: Breann’s writing

“Yeah, come with me. I actually have that class next.” Mia says, moving her head in a way that suggests, follow me.
“How do you know where everything is?” I ask, wondering why I was completely clueless, and she seemed to know where everything was located.

In all honesty, it kind of aggravated me.

“Did you not go to the meeting?” She asks, and I shake my head.

“What meeting?” I ask as we go down a flight of blue stairs.

“The meeting before school started. That’s when you get your schedule, and you learn where everything is. Did you not go?” I shook my head again, embarrassed.

“No, I’m new. I’m not from here.”

“Then how did you get your schedule?” Mia asks, clearly confused.

“Mine got sent to me in the mail. Do they have these meetings every year before school starts?” I ask, and she nods her head, as we approach an oak door.

“We’re here!” Mia says enthusiastically, and I try my best to stay behind her as she opened the door, not wanting anyone to see me.

All hopes of not being noticed are dashed as we enter the room; because when we enter, the teacher turns around and stares at us, thus attracting the attention of the entire room.

“Looks like we were late” Mia giggles and smiles at the teacher.

“Yo, come in. What’s y’alls names?” The teacher says, and I’m shocked that she seems so carefree. I stutter, and Mia hits me on the back.

“My name is Alexandra. This is Mia.” I say, rubbing my back.

“Nice. You guys can sit over there. I was just saying the rules. The rules aren’t complicated just the basics. Be quiet when needed, no yelling, don’t do stupid stuff. Oh yea, and welcome to the class. My name is Ms. Bowles.”
I hide a laugh and go to the seat in the back of the room that Mia and I were assigned.

The stares that I was given before had died down once I reached the seat, and I took it as an opportunity to get to know my new friend better. Though my timing couldn’t have been worse, I was pleased that I had managed to make a friend before the school day was half over.

“Hey Mia, are you from here?” I whisper, realizing that it was a dumb question, remembering the apparently important meeting that I had no clue about.

“Yea, I’m from Lewisburg. Where are you from?” She turns her head to face me.

“I’m from California. My old school wasn’t near as friendly.” I say, the statement is directed towards her friendliness.

“Thanks. I’ve lived here my whole life, and the people here are usually nice unless you make someone think that you’re going after the partner.” Mia rolls her eyes and chuckles under her breath.

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