Another story by yours truly. The title isn't what you think. Not. At. All. Well, the "Witchery" part is what you think. The first chapter shall explain more to you...hopefully. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1 Witchery I sit at my desk, yawning. I'm waiting for my moment. Our teacher, Miss Lears, is teaching. She turns and asks a question. He raises his hand. Finally. I drum my fingers on my desk three times. Then I tap my middle finger three times and I am now in full control. "Derek," she calls. I put my hand over my mouth, as if yawning. But really, I'm saying words quietly, ready to make Derek pay. "The answer is..." he stops himself, blinking. He stands and his eyes are glazed over, as if he isn't there. "You are a bitch," he says emotionlessly. Is he saying those words? Of course not. This is just payback. "You are soulless. You are the worst teacher by far. You are not loved by anyone, you fat bitch," I whisper, Derek repeating. Miss Lears is standing there, shocked. Derek Mendell, a good boy who gets good grades, A's to be matter of fact. "You are just a fat bitch," I conclude, Derek not even hesitating to repeat my words. I see everyone hold their hands to their mouths, as shocked as Miss Lears. "Derek Mendell," she whispers, but is loud enough to hear since everyone is quiet, "go to the headmaster's office, now." Derek's brown eyes become clear and he blinks. "What?" he asks. "Headmaster's office. Now!" Miss Lears says angrily, pointing her pudgy arm towards the door. His face burns red and he walks back towards the door. When he looks back, I blow him a kiss and wink, grinning in triumph. His eyes grow wide and he walks out of the classroom, frightened by my blown kiss and wink. I lean towards my best friend who is sitting beside me. "Nice job, Harmony," she grins. "Thank you, Melody. Sixty eight," I smile back and giggle. She laughs, covering her mouth. "Witchery, Love, what is so funny," Miss Lears asks us, face red with anger. "Nothing," Melody grins. "Just an inside joke to lighten the mood," I reply, using charmspeak, a way to get people to do what I want or to convince someone of something. Her eyes cloud over like Derek's did earlier. "Right," she says. She blinks and her eyes clear, her not remembering a thing. What am I? you might ask. I am only one thing: I am Harmony Witchery, teenage witch of Harmonebell. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Not planning for this story to be a romance. And if it ends up that way, sorry. But, I hope you'll like the future updates.