Their World in my Hands

My choices can change the lives of the ones I love, the ones I hate and the ones I don't know. I am a witch, an undetectable. It's all new to me, I could lead us to greatness or to devastation and I'm not ready for the power, but I have to be. Everyone's relying on me, I have their world in my hands and I cannot let them down...


2. The Important message

Grace's P.O.V

I've never really liked spending weekends and holidays with my friends. It's not that fun walking down the street behind them because there is not enough room on the path.

I would rather being all cozy in my bed with a fresh book in my lap, the scent dragging me back into the story, letting me escape reality. I prefer reading books like Harry Potter where the story is so fictional I almost feel like I am not myself anymore, all that matters is the characters, I am in their world.

It was a hot, sunny Monday morning. I woke up at 5:30 with the sun beaming down on my face. I was just enjoying that small moment of pleasure when I remembered it was February 3rd. The first day of school.

Just before I had fully woken I was thinking of spending the day at the park, it would've been the perfect day for it too. The air was nice and humid, giving off the smell of wet pavement, next to books that was my favourite smell. I quickly sat up and got out of bed.

As I walked past the mirror, I stopped to take a look at my reflection. Having just slept, my waist length brown hair was tied up into a messy bun, my aqua green eyes sat over the giant bags that I hate so much. My lips were chapped from swimming the night before so I fixed it with a small amount of lip balm. I then tied up my hair in a silk ponytail and went off to get dressed.

Walking into the kitchen, I saw my mum making lunches for my sister and I. For a sweeping moment I thought I was looking back in the mirror. When I see images of my mum at a younger age, it looks like we could be twins, we are the same from head to toe. Except for my eyes, I have my dad's eyes. I don't see much of my dad, he leaves for work before I wake up and comes home just before I go to bed. Although On the brief breaks he has we have the best time together, swimming, playing, laughing. No one in our family knows what he does for a living, but it must be very important for the hours he works.

I started to pour my self a bowl of cereal as my sister Hayley stumble in, still in her pyjamas, half asleep. "Mum, what happened to my iPad! I left it in the living room." If anyone took on my mums appearance more than me, it was Hayley, she has just got a slightly more rounded body then us both but she has the correct brown eyes. " I thought that since school has started I should take it to keep you from distractions" she replied "Now, who want their sandwich toasted?..."

As Hayley babbled on about her iPad in the car, I took out my timetable for the day. In the morning I has science and math. Great. Even though I am smart, school is not my favourite thing. At least in English I can let my imagination run wild while writing poetry and short stories.

Mum pulled up in front of the school to let me out, I shoved my timetable back in my bag and walked up the front steps...

The day went by fairly fast. The teachers did their normal introduction welcome to my class stuff and then went straight into work. At lunch I ate my grilled cheese sandwich and went into the library to begin some homework. Before I knew it I had completed my math and halfway through science where I was learning about the rock cycle when the bell went. A quick flash of the timetable told me that I had a double lesson of sport.

Sport was my only bad subject. I despised it. Luckily we were only playing dodgeball and I could drift to the side and stand there the whole time, thinking about quidditch and hogwarts; the school of my dreams. An extremely boring hour and fourty minutes later. We were told we could go and change.

I pulled my pale blue school dress over me, fixed the tie and redid my hair. I was always the first to finish changing, I didn't care much about my appearance or the materialistic stuff like clothes and shoes.

While walking back to my locker, my friend Melanie came over "Hey Grace, you staying after school?" She asked. Melanie and I have waited after school for our parents to pick us up in the library since year seven. "Sure am," I replied as she followed me. Her beautiful blue eyes and long blonde hair made me look like a goblin next to her but I don't care, it drags the attention away from myself.

But when I reached my locker Hayley was standing there. "Mum said that you need to come home now...said it was important"

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