• Chapter 1

    The Discovery


    Part of me died on my 12 birthday. The day my grandfather, I called him Papa, died. Everyone always told me he died because he fell asleep on his motorcycle and ran into the guard rail but i never bought it. I loved him more than anyone else in the world. After his death, I avoided people; I didn't want to grow close to anyone for fear that they would hurt me.
    Four years later, on my 16 b-day two very strange things happened to me. First, I met Nick, the new boy at school. And second, I saw Papa. When I first saw Nick I thought I saw an Angel, he was hot ....and 17. I knew my parents wouldn't approve, but right that second, I knew I loved him. I walked over to talk to him, and tried to say,"Hi", but right at that second he looked over at me and our eyes met and it was like nothing existed except us. We just stood there looking at each other for several infinite seconds, until I finally mustered up the courage to actually speak. I said,"Hi, are you new here?".
    "Yes. Hey would you like to go out tonight?"
    "Sure, how about 6?” I said way more comfortably than I felt.
    "You read my mind."
    So I gave him my address and headed home. He got there just after I finished my make-up. I put on my best dress as I told my 6 year old brother, James, to get the door. I heard James open the door and ask,"Who are you?”
    Then I heard Nick answer, “Your worst nightmare".
    "No, my worst nightmare is my sister, Victoria.” James responded.
    "You got that right, Punk.", I said as I came downstairs.
    "Wow, you look...."
    "Horrible, bad, repulsive?"
    "No, how could you even think I think you look like that. No, your absolutely stunning. As in beautiful, gorgeous, and the most perfect person in the world. And anyway only a girlfriend of mine would be more of a nightmare to their little siblings than I would be."
    "Oh, I know. You look like an angel but you act like a demon...just like me."
    We went to see the movie "Night at the Museum 2: Battle of the Smithsonian", just for the slapping monkeys, Dexter and Able. It was really, insanely hilarious. After the movie, Nick took me to the best tasting, most expensive restaurant in our Podunk town.
    I got home a few minutes after 9, and went to my room to get ready for bed. At exactly 9:19 the minute I was born, which also happens to be the date I was born on, I noticed Papa in my favorite chair and I almost screamed. I had never been so confused in my life.
    "Papa, how...huh....but...you...your dead!?!?!?"
    "I can't move on until my murderer is in jail. Victoria I need you to get my twin in jail."
    "Papa, you have a twin?"
    "But be careful, his powers aren't as strong as yours, but he has more experience as a witch."
    I didn't know what to do; I didn't even know if what had happened was real and if I was actually a witch.