Born A Witch

unravel her potentials, and unveil the beast within this beauty. But, she never seemed to get anything right. A pale looking 16 ye

nd the world crashing down if she want

er 13th birthday, but somehow she managed to conceal and contro

in Ziden, had gifted her a make up kit, urging her

try it out already. You don't have to worry

aises from Ziden, she stepped out looking like a clown and not the celebrant. Her mom was furious on seeing her. That was the first time her mom was eve

t way? She felt extremely stupid. She had always known Ziden to be naughty and mischievous. She knew Ziden never truly liked her, still she hop

was the

a ball, thinking of ways to make her pay. But she was too scared to

lly he spat it out like spoilt milk, so did the other kids. But

rather slowly, that she felt wrinkles had crept all the way up to her face. She sluggishly went about the other activities, hoping the day

ith a little assist

s flaws, Paris loved her mom to the moon and back. She was like the only person that at least tried to understand her in the family. But still, she felt she did not belong. She felt intimidated by them. She felt so s

and her, to live with the mysteries surrounding h

never understand her, because to understand her was t

learned to understand him. Or, so she thought. Maybe it was pity. Maybe she even

ouse. She heard low whispers turn to noisome confrontations. She had watched inanimate objects fly across the room, with wings they borrowed from God knows where. Once, she had seen a c

of place hide, till the raging storm subsided. Any

e house. Why did the silent prayers in her heart always go unanswered? Maybe it was becau

ce. Although, she had a strong conviction that she would never be able to. The power which emanated from him,

ld have discovered herself a long time back. Now, all she does is wallow in self pity, hating on everything that made her whole, cursing the world for existing and mocki