THE FOUND WITCH – Chapter One

What can I say about this story? I started to write it, I think, 3 years ago and then I leave it because I was really busy with school… but from a couple of days I read it again and I started to write again, and I translated the first couple of chapters I’ve already written, I hope you like it, and tell me what you think about it… I’ve always loved write stories…

Good reading

xoxo

I hated Los Angeles.

I hated everything of this city: the people, the streets, the shops, my neighbours, and over all I hated it because it wasn’t my city.

My name is Liz Brooks and I was born and I grown up in San Francisco since I was 7 then my parents set me on an airplane and we moved to Los Angeles. I’ve never asked the reason about this unexpected escape, and I won’t to know it!

The life here, in LA was really bored, even though everyone thinks it’s a cool city. Ok, maybe it is but not for me.

First, I hadn’t a lot of friends, even because I’m not a girl who make friends so quickly and my only true friends: Holly and Kate, leaved really really far from me and everyday I thought about them.

My parents always were out for work: Paul, my dad, was a bank clerk, while my mum, Christy, was an elementary school teacher, I never saw them, over all my dad, maybe for dinner. That was the only moment of the day where maybe I stayed with my parents. We had a huge house with a big garden and a dog, Trilly, a cute and sweet Border Collie of 4 years. My parents took for me when I finished the primary school: “For don’t feel you much alone!” said them. Thanks, really gentle.

At 4:30 pm I finished my lessons at Los Angeles High School, a private school, and of course, I hated it! It was frequented by a lot of stupid girls who thought to be the twins of Paris Hilton and about suckers who bragged about the car of their dads. You asked to yourself, for what reason, a girl like me, Liz Brooks, a simple 17 years old student, at that time, with the head on her shoulders, who doesn’t wear firmed outfits, she was arrived in that school! Well, it was the only one who accepted me and even because the headmaster of the Los Angeles High School was an old friend of my dad.

The only one normal person between those suckers was Dylan Nixon, a 17 years old boy, and like me, he was finished in the wrong school.

We had the same lessons of chemistry, biology and American history and sometimes we locked up, after school, in the huge library of the centre.

Dylan & I shared the passion about magic and supernatural events, and for me it’s a positive thing talks about this with someone, even because my parents never hadn’t understand my obsession, over all my mum.

The time flied when I was with Dylan, he was a really sweet boy, his only one lack or his good quality, depends about the people’s thought, was his hair: he had it always straight and fixed with gel and hairspray, he seemed like a hedgehog and I like his style, I imagined his patience for put gel and hairspray on his hair every morning 😉

After have emptied out the shelf about witches’ books, and took a look on 50 books about magic in general, I looked the watch:

“Oh my Gosh!” I said.

“What’s happened, Liz?” asked me Dylan after jumped up on the chair.

“It’s late, it’s really late! I gotta go home… dinner… my parents… Trilly, oh Trilly, she will be hungry!!!” I stammered, I always stammered when I was nervous.

“Hey Liz” said Dylan taking my arm “Breathe! Calm you”

“CALM MEEEE?!?!?!?”

“Sh…. Don’t shout!!! Listen, it’s late. It’s 8 o’clock, it’s dark outside, I want you walk for the streets all alone. I take you at home” Dylan always knew how make me come back into myself, I was really lucky to know him

“Ok! Thanks Dylan. I don’t know what I would to do if you weren’t here!!!”

“It’s a fortune if I am here ;)” what I like about him was the he always had the right words to say “But first, we must put those books in the shelves”

Dylan put ten books in the shelves, while I drummed my fingers on one of them.

How say to my only one friend of Los Angeles that tomorrow I would be come back in San Francisco?

“Liz, are you ok?” asked me Dylan.

“Ah, yes… sure, I’m ok!!! I’m sorry I was absorbed in my thoughts” I took a couple of books and helped Dylan to put them in the shelves.

***

We were walking for 20 minutes without say nothing, and then I saw the light of the porch was opened: a sign that my parents were at home. It was 9:45 pm, the moon shined in the sky, I was out from home all the day and my parents don’t worried about that, this means I don’t miss them in their social life.

“Perfect! My parents are at home” said in an instant.

“How do you know?” asked me Dylan.

“I have weird magical powers!” I waited an answer from Dylan who looked at me in a weird way “I’m joking! I know it because porch’s light is open!”

“Ah, ok! I couldn’t accept the idea that my best friend could have magical powers and I haven’t” said Dylan smiling me.

“Your best friend?”

“Yes, why? Where’s the problem? We know each other already for a couple of years, and I consider you my best friend!” explained Dylan without take breath.

“Eh… it’s great!!! I mean… I appreciate you consider me in this way. The same is for me. You’re the only one who understand me. And the only one which I can talk”

“Mh, I think your parents are asking each other where you are”

“Your though is wrong. Usually they don’t worried about me! So, thanks for this wonderful day” I said smiling.

“Thanks to you” Dylan kissed me on my cheek.

“Ah, Dylan. I must say you a really important thing” finally I found the dare to say him that tomorrow I would be climb on an airplane for San Francisco and I’d never come back in San Francisco.

“So?”

“Eh… I…” but mum’s voice interrupted me

“Liz, are you? I heard right, it was your voice! Hi, Dylan” my mum always had a smile printed on her face and I hated this thing and I would punched her face every time I saw that smile.

“Good evening Mrs. Brooks” said Dylan.

“I’m coming, mum. I must only say a thing to Dylan”

“Don’t worry, Liz” and then my mum come back home.

“Oh, I hate her so much when she said that. A normal mother could have said to me: why I don’t still at home or why I don’t call them if I arrived in late, but she doesn’t!”

“Liz, calm you! I would pay 1.000 dollars for have a mother like you”

“Don’t tempt me, Dylan. You know I would accept at the instant!”

“Coming back to the important thing you must say to me. What’s this thing?” he asked me.

“Ah yes… mh, the truth is that… tomorrow…. I leave”

–Wow, Liz! You have been so fast. You have exceed yourself– said to myself.

“What?” Dylan screamed so loud that I’m sure Mrs. Donovan, which lives three blocks far from me, listened it.

“Yes… you know… I come back home. I come back in San Francisco, my dad has been transferred there, so…”

“So what?!?!? Do you leave me here alone?”

“No, I wouldn’t do it ever!!! I leave you Trilly, we can’t take her with us in the airplane, she could suffer a lot, she loves Los Angeles and… she loves you… and I love you too”

“And do you think that leave me your dog is the solution? Liz you can’t imagine how I will feel me tomorrow, when you will take off!!!!”

“Yes, instead I know how you will feel!!! But.. San Francisco is my city. I can’t stay here!”

“You can stay with me. My house is big enough for you, too. And my mum would be really happy if you want live with us!” Dylan tried in every way to change my idea, and you couldn’t imagine how wanted to say him “yes”, but I couldn’t.

“Oh Dylan, I would to live with you so much, but… I can’t!”

“Why?”

Silence. For five long minutes we didn’t talk. I didn’t know what say him. I was like freeze.

“Now I gotta go” I said. I kissed his cheek and then I entered at home. I can’t stop my tears and I started to cry. My dad was seated on the armchair and he was reading a book while my mum was watching tv.

“Mum, dad. I go in my room!” I sobbed.

“Honey, you haven’t eaten” my mum said.

“I’m not hungry. I’m sorry if I come back home now”

“Doesn’t matter, Liz. The most important thing is that you are at home. Do you remember that tomorrow we have the flight?!?” my dad asked me looking through the book.

“Yeah, dad. I know it very well” and I’m going up the stairs but my mum locked me.

“Liz, are you crying?”

“No, mum. There’s just a little bit of dust in my eyes” and finally I went up the stairs and arrived in my room and closed the door on my back, and then my cellphone rang.

“Oh… and now who could be?” I said. I was searching for my cellphone in my bag while that stupid ringtone was ringing “Hello?”

“Hi Liz, I’m Dylan. I wanna apologize me for how I answered you” said Dylan so fast.

“Oh Dylan, the only person who must apologize, that is me. I waited the last moment for say it, I was afraid… I didn’t find the right words…”

“Don’t worry, Liz. You know, you always can count on me”

“I love you, Dylan”

“I love you too, Liz” repeated Dylan “Remember to send me some e-mails”

“Sure!” I promised.

“Well, I gotta go. I’m sure you should relax yourself and sleep, tomorrow is a great day, you come back in your old city”

“Don’t remind me, please. I will miss you, Dylan”

“You too”

“Dylan my flight take off at 9 am, I couldn’t say goodbye for the last time”

“Liz, you don’t leave for the war. By the way, tomorrow I’ll be there” and he just hung up.

“Dylan?!? He hung up!” and I stayed with the cellphone in my hand.

Before to go to sleep, I put the last things in the suitcase. While I’m folded a pair of jeans a photo fell down from the left pocket. I took it quickly. It was a photo of Dylan & me, shot the summer before that. A tear fell down on Dylan’s face, I dried it in an instant. I turned the picture and on the back there was a dedication:

“To Liz, with all my biggest love – Dylan”

I put the photo on my desk, I wore the pyjamas and I went to sleep.

If at 17 years old I hated Los Angeles, now that are passed 15, I’ve never imagined I missed it so much.