EMILY
“Girl, you're only two years older than me,” I said, putting on some lip gloss.
“It's no wonder people think I'm like ten years older than you,” Rachel continued, that smile still on her face. “What can I say? I guess the rumours are true after all; being responsible is indeed my forte.“
Nodding, I replied, “I do agree you look older. You know, eye bags and your gait.”
“If I catch you,” Rachel let out as I left the building, though I could tell she broke into a chuckle right after.
Walking to Jonathan's, I thought about Rachel's grievances about the Carruthers' harshness towards witches. It wasn't just Rachel; every witch I knew of despised the Carruthers, albeit some more than others. Truth be told, there really wasn't a lot to like about them. They were smug, entitled individ
