The Hidden Life of Rowena Foribe * NANOWRIMO 2017*

The life of a witch who had lived most of her life without knowing who or what she truly is. Upon walking into a classroom and getting a project she dives deep into her family history. Finding things that she didn't know and overhearing things that she shouldn't know about. Seeing things that she shouldn't. She is about to turn 15 years old and that is when the first sighs of a witch come out. She can choose to go with them and see where the journey will take her or she can be like her family and turn her back on the Goddess and magic and powers. Rowena is just a normal 14-year-old high school student. Slacking in a few classes but good on most of her classes. Rowena has a few friends but her best friend that she tells everything, Eva Flixnet, who is in most of her classes.

(I know NaNoWriMo is done but I will still be working somewhat on this book. It is also for my school. They want me to write a novella soI wrote for NaNoWriMo.I also made a new cover but it is being picky with me)


11. Mom is Back From Her Trip


My dad and I called the police and an ambulance. We were both afraid to move Eva, thinking we might hurt or put her in more pain then what she was already in. I had to call Eva's folks to tell them what was up. They didn't take it too well to know that Eva was hit by a car and then the person got away.   Eva was taken to the hospital and right into surgery. Even though she wasn't awake they had to put her under Anastasia so she wouldn’t wake up in the middle. 

"Calm down Rowena, you're going to put marks in the floor if you pace like that," My dad told me after an hour into Eva's surgery. I was so scared that it wasn't going to be alright that I had started to pace in the waiting rooms. My phone was next to my dad's on a stand that was nearby but I didn't even want to look at it. After what felt like hours of torcher a nurse finally came in and told us that Eva was going to be okay. Eva's mom and dad had just entered the room and ran to us accusing us of being the cause of Eva getting hurt in the first place and saying that I should stay away from her.  

The security person had to come and take us to different rooms that way we would be quiet for everyone else. I didn't like to know that this is the way we got treated when Eva got hurt but I guess that is how they deal with it. Everyone deals with pain their own way, I guess even if it means hurting others. I picked up my phone when I saw a red light blinking on it. Turning the screen on my mom had called about 50 times.  

"Hey dad, did mom call you?" I asked looking at my phone. He shook his head.  

"But she was calling you non-stop. I wonder why she never thought to call me," He added to himself. I typed in my mom's phone and dialed her up. She didn't answer on the first try like normal. So, I tried again. 

"Hey mom, what did you need me for?" I asked when she said hello. 

"Well, I was trying to tell you that I was coming home today but you were not answering your phone. Why?" She asked me in a hurtful tone. 

"Eva was hit by a car tody mom. That is why I didn't answer you," I told her back crossing my arms and in a hurtful voice. My mom stopped at once like she was holding her breath or something. 

"Oh, honey I am so sorry about your friend. How about this once I get home we talk about it okay?" She asked me. I was astonished that she could change so fast on me. 

"Um how about no? You just changed your voice so fast that it made my head spin. You don't care. Good bye and see you when you get here," I said calmly holding back angry. Even my dad knew this and had to calm me down before someone saw the fire that had started to grow in my hands.  

"Well, that started off nice but what happened?" He asked when I was better. 

"She wasn't sincer about Eva getting hit like she knew that it would happen," I told him sitting down and trying to not think about the growing fire. I felt my dad place his hand on mine and hold it there even thought it was burning like fire. I had to look over at him and saw that there was a smile on his face even though I was burning his hand.  

"Your mother, she does things in a weird way. She deals with things in her own way as do you. When something bad happens, you tend to try and find the bad things that go with our mood. Your mother, she tries to not let it touch her heart but it always does," He told me and I felt the fire go out. "Would you like to go home now? Or stay here with Eva?" My dad asked me after a moment of peace pasted between us. I got up, I answered the question without words.  

My dad knew when to talk and he didn't say a word to me on the car ride home. I think he thought that I was dealing with everything by myself in my own head. Truthfully, I was trying to find my way around avoiding to deal with the problemMy mom's car was in the drive way when he pulled up to the house. I wanted to sit in the car for a moment longer to prolong seeing my mom in person again. I wasn't sure that I would be able to deal with her right now.  

Walking into the house I felt like I should talk to my mom but I didn't trust here every that came from. I walked right up the steps and through the hallway to my room and closed the door behind me. I wasn't up for talking or anything. I wanted to clean my room up and do whatever I could to get the issue behind me. It was a small bit harder than it should have been but I cleaned up all the dirty clothes on the floor and opened the windows to let some light into my room. All of the dirty glasses in my room went out my door by themselves with my magic 

My dad knocked on my door and saw the clean room he handed me a used black candle and some little snack. I smiled and set them on my bed without much care. Before he left my room, he did say something, "Your mom would like to talk to you. She wasn't to know that you're okay." I didn't turn to face him for fear that my tears were going to show. I heard the door shut behind him and lower my head to face my desk top.  

"You can't keep hiding up here," I told myself. Saying it out loud made it feel better to say than in my head. I looked at my dead computer screen and made myself tell me what I saw. "I see a girl afraid that her mom isn't who she seems. I see someone who thinks too much and does too little. I see someone who needs to stand up and face the truth. Rowena face what you're afraid of. And now I am crazy because I am talking to myself. Great," I said and cracked a smile. It is good when things start going my way sometimes.  

straitened my back and headed for my door. I forced the thing open and left my room trying to swallow my fear and talk to my mom. Something just didn't feel right thought. Something bad was in the air, and I felt it like an icy hand up my back. I walked into the living room to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch talking under their breaths. I had to clear my throat before they knew that I was in the same room with them. "Told you honey. She was going to come out of her room to talk to you," My dad muttered before he got up and turned towards me. "I am going to go and leave you to alone. Sort things out and don't curse anyone," He said looking at my mom instead of me.  

I slowly walked to sit next to my mom who was looking forward instead of at me. "What was that about?" I asked her as my dad left the room. She still didn't look at me. "Mom what was dad talking about? He looked at you but was he trying to tell me not to get mad at you? I am so confused," I told her trying to take her hand. 

"Nothing, Rowena," My mom told me finally and turned to face me. She smiled and stood up, "Rowena I am going to go and make dinner. Why don't you go and do something like read, maybe you should go and watch one of your television shows while I make us something to eat," My mom said smiling awkwardly. She wasn't telling me something and she wasn't looking like she was sad about anything that had happened.   

"Okay than," I said and walked up to my room. I whispered when I was in my room, "That wasn't weird or creepy at all mom." I rolled my eyes and thought about the way she had acted. It was off and she was never a good liar. One time she had tried to tell my dad that the bank had gotten it wrong when she had spent so much money on one thing and my mom had acted the same was as she was right now. I wonder what she is lying about this time, and to me. 

I felt like she wasn't lying but she wasn't telling me the whole truth which just confused me more and more when I thought about it. Why would my mom be lying to me? What could she be hiding that she didn't want me to know? I shook my head and went to step outside. My brain just couldn't piece anything together at the moment. It was too hot inside and I needed space to think about what she could be hiding from me. Talking the big creepy book with me I went out the front door and was about to sit down in the grass under the hill and read up a little more.  

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