I'M A WITCH 🧙‍♀️

*I'm a witch*👺

Chapter one

The bell rings again leaving me with a deep thought of the next class. I peer to my wrist watch, carefully studying the clock rotation. It's the last subject of the day, my most hated subject Chemistry.

"Good afternoon class," Mr Zack says and we all respond weakly.

As usual, he hisses and face the board. Everyone knows how boring the subject he teaches, but it's mandatory.

"Unsaturated Hydrocarbon," he says as he points to the maker board. "Who can tell me two difference between saturated and unsaturated hydrocarbon?"

The whole class feels empty as everyone expect someone form nowhere to give an answer. As much as I'm keen to speak, it's better to remain mute.

"Sir!"

Without turning I know who's it. Peter.

Peter stands up and grab his crouch, leaning on it, he manage to stand.

"Come on, you don't need to stand," Mr Zack advise.

"Why can't he?" a female voice says, "It's not like he's going to last long after all."

The look on Peter's face says it all, but this are better than it used to be. Being the most brilliant boy in class, everyone automatically hates him, including me, sometimes. Peter is the reason most of us feel incomplete, he passes all seven subject, his scores are top notch, sometimes it feels like he's the only one in class.

Low-battery, that's what he's fondly called. At the age of five, Peter already owns an inhaler, at the age of seven, he begins to use crouches, his eye lens weaken at eleven and now he's always on glasses.

"Peter, you don't need to stand. We can hear you."

Peter smiles. "Ok sir," he sits and gives a long explanation as usual, making all of us seem like a dummy.

"A round of applause for him," Mr.Zack says and the whole class echoes of clap, but Peter keeps looking at Nnkechi sadly. The word "Low-battery" is beginning to have little effect on him, unlike those time he'll burst into tears. Everyone knows he's not going to live any longer, his lifespan is apparent.

Mr.Zack ignores Peter as he hope for an answer from someone else, surprisingly, Nnkechi saved the day. Before Peter, Nnkechi used to be the teachers favorite, not until Peter joined us this term. I heard he had solved the whole session mathematics questions, won seven debate, presented five science project, won three spelling bee and musical contest.

"May I?"

I look up to see Peter standing in front of me carrying a stack of books. Deep inside I don't want him, but I really don't want to seem like a bad person. I shift slightly and Peter drops to the bench, placing his crutches aside.

"What are you reading?" he asks.

I showed him the book cover and he cracks a smile which eventually turns into deep laughter.

"Nearly all men in Lagos are mad," he says while trying to catch his breath, "Is this a title the author decide to come up with?"

I scoff. "Were you expecting how to survive with cancer?"

Peter pauses and looks away from me, I felt bad for saying such, but words are like eggs, can't be reversed when broken. Slowly, Peter grabs his walking stick and stands up, I watch him walk into the classroom as usual, he should have get used to staying alone.

I only read two lines when Aisha interrupts me, the last thing I want is to dawdle my time with a gossipper.

"Haven't you heard?" she says with a slight tap on my shoulder. I knew it, she always has something to say.

"I think you should leave commercial and go for mass communication."

Aisha giggles, "I just wanted to let you know that Nnkechi and Bright have broken up."

Her words sink into my head and I feel weird, Nnkechi and Bright are known as the school couples, for what reason do they have to break up? My mind drift back to the rumor I heard last week about Bright liking someone else.

"This is your chance," Aisha says.

I scoff. "What has this got to do with me?"

"Don't you like Bright? This is your chance to give it a go."

I rolled my eyes. "Me keh, leave me oo. My main concern is my studies for now is how to make it to SS3."

Aisha looks at me and gets up, "Na you sabi, if you like, keep admiring him from afar."

As soon as Aisha leaves, he pass with some group of boys. I notice his gaze on my body, trying not to over stare, I pretend to be reading.

"Hi" he says and my heart skips.

"Hi" I reply with a big smile and he walks away to the canteen.

Deep down I feel excited with my heart racing faster. Aisha is kind of right, what if he's into me?

The bell rings again and I close my novel, it's the end of break time. I join the others who match into the chemistry lab.

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"I can still see her face," I say to my sister who's busy with her Jamb CBT practice test. This is her third attempt, though she's been doing well in previous exams, but her score is not enough for her dream course.

"Amaka, you have to get it out of your head. That's what you get when you make contact with a witch."

"She was already dead when I got to her."

"And so? Don't you know about Buru, the man whose corps haunt people who were present at the day he was killed."

I sigh. "Is this the life we'll be living? Killing people because of the power they possess."

"They are evil," My sister says before drifting into silence.

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After having my bath before going to bed, I notice something glowing in the dark. At first I assume it's my phone, not until I turn on the light to see a rosary on my study table.

I shift my books aside and a golden rosary caught my eyes. Carefully, I pick it and look closely.

My body runs cold as soon as I touch the rosary. In a split second millions of images flash in my head.

"Blood of Jesus," I say before tossing it out of the window. My heart race with fear, despite the cool AC and the fact that I just bath, rivulet of sweat pours out of every sweat pores on my skin.

Quickly, I open my Bible and read several verses until the tension inside of me reduce. Slowly I close my mini bible and slump on my soft foamy bed.

"Honey, are you ok?" My mom voice echoes from behind the door.

"I'm fine." I reply.

Thankfully, the images in my head are gone. For a moment, I felt possessed by the strange object. I've heard rumors of people running mad and doing strange things after picking or seeing strange objects.

My phone beeps and I turn on the screen to see a new message request from Facebook. I suppose it's one of those random strangers looking for new friends until I tap on the notification icon.

My heart raise as I sight the photo of Bright on my screen. For a moment, I switch off the screen and give myself some time to think. If I accept his request, won't it seem like I'm cheap? What if he's into me? What if he's breaking up with Nnkechi because of me?

I scroll down to chat with Aisha but she's offline. She must be asleep by now. It's almost eleven, I should also be asleep by now.

My phone shuts down and I place it on the table beside me, hoping for the alarm to wake me this time.

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"No, not again."

It's past seven and my phone alarm fails me again. Without heisting, I get up from bed and put on my uniform and grab my bag, but something captivate my attention.

My eyes widens and my bag falls. There it is, on the table again, the strange rosary lays on the same spot where it was last night.

How did it get here?

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TO BE CONTINUED.