Spell Bound

ain hitting the windowpane oddly comforting, as the sound sparked ghost-like fragmen

ell as chilling her back. Damien’s parents had kept the original Victorian windows an

loss of heat by turning the

The contrasting body temperatures in her upper and lower body confused her n

n approached wearing a maniacal grin, his eng

about it," Jess teased him, rolling her

he turned her head away an

e painful than

lashed up her arm, determined not to cry o

decorated with skulls, dragons, and symbols, and like most of the items

watching him paint a pentacle onto the wooden

ow face—pale skin and sad eyes—she reminded herself why they

he looked up and offered her a

thought, feeling guilt about her complacency. In her defence, she'd b

all need to say the name of our victim and t

real victims," Sammy commented. He was correct, of c

be our victims. I promise you. This spell will

worth a try. At least now she would have an alliance; a support network of fellow suffer

up and wiping down his trousers.

uld have been welcomed into the 'popular' crowd had Ricky Jameson not made him enemy number one. Why Ricky had gone a

d, throwing a battered-looking Adidas w

ss asked, suppressing a gi

g for her to go next. She felt her cheek

feeling all eyes on her. It was like being cent

he centre. It still had puffs of Cat's blonde hair attached, which co

ir." Damien smiled his

, and threw a sock into the mix

the dirty off-pink sock. "Where

shrugged, as though stalking a girl and riffling through

Damien's direction before shakin

odd strand of sandy brown hair. Catching Jes

into the hairbrush thief," Sammy announced

he three of them giggled before a sour look from Da

Kiaan uttered, placing the brus

ridge," Sammy added quietly, pla

asked, looking to

shed she were standing closer to Caine but reluctantly took

s three times,"

urking in

mmon

o us t

he reveng

rong and mak

to make this

te it

looked about the room and noti

asked, "Is something

assured him. "But

ow?" Jess asked, poking the pile of hairbru

e like Caine had fallen victim to bullying was a total mystery to Jess. The rest of the group were socially awkward oddballs, Sammy the most notably. Sammy

is goth aesthetic earned him both positive and negative

pular restaurant. They had a huge house and posh cars, a fact that didn't sit well with Grace, whose Mum had been fired from working in one of their

n them?" Damien s

any marshmallow

amien replied, rai

into the light from the bonfire. The smoky scent of burning wood mingled with th

et an even coat of burn on all sides

back from the fire and pawi

lded—a redundant warning

th the bitter odour of burnt hair. Sammy

ing the boy's damaged hair. "I'll even it up

," Sammy stammered

a thing for the new

ignoring his own warning and leaning over the fire so far

thief." Cai

image of the queen?" Kiaan

u have a problem w

that will torment our enemies, but burning the queen

awkwardly from foot to fo

fire as a car pulled up. The others joined in, helping him

shoes as they placed bags of shopping haphazardly, spill

at the air like a bloodhound. "You've been bu

ly, probably grateful to h

ook in the group behind his son. They look

plained to his confused

smiling that 'parent'

h a wicked grin, showing the others out.