A Witch in Training

Sometimes, those really boring, mundane days are often bliss. You just don't realize it in the moment. Your heart craves adventure, your entire being feels trapped within it's shell, urging to be free, begging for something, anything, to happen. You feel stuck as you drone on through the motions of daily existence. Strangely, I miss those boring days. I often look back to the day that changed everything, and it was just that. Another boring day. I was sitting in health class, half listening to the teacher's deep monotone voice go on some lecture about the dangers of drug abuse. If only he knew more than half of his students, at this very moment were high on something, but that's beside the point. I didn't use, but in this moment I secretly wished that, I too, was on something, anything to help make this class bearable. I leaned back gently in my seat, to gaze out the window. The classroom was on the second floor, so at least the view was nice. The tops of all pine trees met the windows gaze, and the sun's rays illuminated the dew stuck it's deep emerald needles. It was 7:03 in the morning. It should be illegal to have to talk about s*x and drugs before 9 am. Remembering to look back towards the teacher, before I got in in trouble for "daydreaming", I turned my head back toward the front of the classroom. My health teacher, Mr. Hiche, was a fairly tall and fit. Rather than a dress shirt and tie like most teachers, he had on gym shorts and a white T-shirt. His way of dressing never struck us as odd, but that was because he was also the gym teacher and the football coach. Mr. Hiche continued to lecture about the dangers of m*******a, when suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The guidance counselor, Miss Briar, walked in with a girl about my age, maybe a year or so older. She hung her head low, her eyes and face were hiding behind her shaggy dark blonde hair. She was a little overweight, so she wore baggy jeans and a baggy gray hoodie in an attempt to hide her figure, but it didn't help much. Miss Briar, took a step in the classroom ahead of the girl. "Mr. Hiche, you have a new student!" she smiled warmly. "Oh, how nice! Take a seat over there in the back. Before you do, why don't you introduce yourself to the class?" The girl stood frozen for a minute, picking her head up to reveal a pale face with gray eyes. "Belle." she muttered. "Well have a seat, Belle!" Mr. Hiche said cheerily, his deep voice booming. "You can sit right here, in that empty desk near the back, by Brandi." She took her seat, as Miss Briar excused herself and made her exit. Mr. Hiche began his lecture up once more. "Hey, I'm Brandi." I whispered to Belle after lightly tapping her shoulder for attention. "Hi." "This class is literally the worst, and we have another forty minutes so I hope you're comfortable." I replied,trying to be friendly. It can be tough moving to a new place, so I wanted her to feel welcome. "Yeah." Belle replied curtly. "Where are you from?" I asked, trying again to get a conversation flowing. "Georgia." "Really? Cool. I have family down in Alabama. I love it down south, it's warm and everyone is so polite." "Yeah." she replied, not seeming very interested. Taking the hint, I told her it was nice to meet her, and to look for me at lunch. Mr. Hiche was still droning on, as I scribbled absent-mindedly in my notebook and glanced every now and again out the window. The sun slowly crept higher in the sky. The sun's warmth had all but evaporated the gentle dew drops stuck the pine needles. I glanced at the clock. it was 7:40. The bell would soon ring, and we would shuffle put the door, pile into the hallways like confused cattle, and scurry off to the next class. I looked down at my notebook again, it pages filled with sketches and doodles, rather than the notes for class the journal was intended for. "What are you drawing?" a hushed whisper asked breaking my musings. "Oh, uh, I don't really know honestly. I just kinda keep working on it until it becomes something." I glanced down at the page, this drawing appeared to be three young ladies, holding hands. I had hoped I didn't sound wierd, but that just how I drew. I rarely ever went into a drawing with something in my mind. I just went to work, until it became something. Once in a while, someone would catch me drawing and ask me the dreaded 'What are you working on' question. I honestly never knew either until about halfway through. I learned in art class that Michelangelo would in a similar way. He said once, "I saw the angel trapped in the marble, and set him free." "Do you like to draw?" she asked, after a moment. The question seemed kind of silly, but I realized I misread her earlier curtness, for her being really shy. "Yeah art and music class are my favorite classes." "I'm not in music, but I have art later today." "Cool, me too! You'll like the teacher, he way chill!" I replied, forgetting to whisper in my excitement. Mr. Hiche had heard me, and he stopped his lecture, and opened his mouth to scold me. As soon as he did though, the bell rang. Whew. Talk about saved by the bell. I thought to myself. Belle chuckled under her breath, right on cue. If I didn't know any better, it was like she just heard my thoughts.