Poisoned
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"Are you sure you're strong enough to go to school today. I could actually call......."
"Mum am fine" Tamara jibbed in. Her mum had been worried about her going to school just after the incident.
"I'll be fine" She said giving her mum an assuring smile to wipe the grim off her face. She gave her a peck and rushed out of the building.
"Telling mum and Dad about you being a weaver would really go a long way to help them help you" Kelvin said taking steady steps towards her.
Tamara halted and turned towards him "I'll tell them at the right time but not now. Remember your promise"
"Being a weaver is a lot of work Tammy and you can't do it alone. Do you know how many witches that would seek for your head on a platter when they realize you're one" He said on a low tone that still showed seriousness in it.
Yes he was right. The need to inform someone more experienced is required to avoid regrets.
"When the time comes I'll definitely tell them myself" she said and hurried out of the gates to avoid further arguments. She was certain that her brother had a very strong point but somehow she hasn't really accepted herself for who she was and feared the responsibilities that came might come along.
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Tamara?️
I walked into the classroom and all eyes turned to me. Well after what happened yesterday i was certain I'll be in today's headlines. I walked to up my desk trying as much as possible to avoid their gaze.
"Hey" Fred called and took a seat in front of me.
Oh! He's just given them a reason to continue mumbling
"Don't mind them" He said like he just read my mind. "I heard what happened yesterday"
"How?" I panicked. Does this means all the witches are aware that i am a weaver.
"I overheard my mum discussing it with the head witch of your coven. Those witches are really powerful to be able to break into your school"
"Did she mention anything about a weaver"
He paused and looked at me "Don't panick nothing like that was mentioned. But no matter how hard you try you can't hide it for long"
Now that the news of the ambush has spread, there was a possibility that they'll soon know that i am weaver. And when they finally do I'll be confined to a place learning how to improve my skills. The thought of this sends shivers down my spine but still i couldn't run away from it.
"My grand ma knows a lot on weavers. She can help you" He added
I was about replying when a teacher walked into the classroom.
"See you during recess" He said and scurried back to his desk.
(During recess)
We were returning to our seat after getting our lunch when someone bumped into me
"Sorry i wasn't looking" Nora apologized and helped me pick up my lunch.
I stood there dumb founded. When did Nora of all people get over her obnoxious behaviour. I wasn't the only one suprised, George and Fred looked more baffled than I.
"Did someone compel her" George asked as we sat on the chair in the cafeteria.
We didn't know the right words to answer the question, so we let the astonishing look on our faces do it for us.
"So about what i said. Have you decided" Fred asked breaking the silence
I placed my hands on my chin and looked at him quizzically
He understood my perplexity and said "About my Grand ma helping you train"
I mouthed an oh
"Well am getting bored with your witch problems so see ya later" George said and left
"All these are actually too sudden. Am just trying to adjust to it" I said stuffing a carrot into my mouth. He nodded in understanding
Sometimes I just wonder why he's helping me. But i dont want to ask so it won't sound like am ungrateful.
Throughout the remaining hours of learning my mind was focused on going home and telling my mum and Dad all that transpired in their absence, so I'd finally lift the mountain of guilt off my shoulders.
I got to the park where I'd board a cab home and wanted to fly down a cab. Suddenly i started feeling giddy, it was like the whole world was dancing ballet. I tried to shake it off but i couldn't. And slowly i got drowned in darkness
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