“Are you sure you don’t want to grab any clothes?” Peter asked, following me back to the SUV.
“I took enough when I packed last time. Besides I’m not going to be there much longer.”
“I know but I don’t want you to forget anything.”
“I have the herb packet and with any luck this will all be over tonight and every one can go back to their normal lives.”
Gwen was talking on her cell phone when we got back into the SUV.
“Ok, see you then.” She snapped the phone shut and then looked at her brother. “Bren is going to meet us at home.”
“Whoa, wait. Your boyfriend, Bren?” I said sitting forward.
Peter put the car into gear and started towards the exit. “Go ahead, tell her,” he said to his sister.
Gwen turned around in her seat, smiling at me. “Bren is a Witch of the West. He’s like us. It will be good to have all four lines represented.”
I slumped back and rubbed my temples. This was getting weirder and weirder.
“Is that a problem?” Gwen asked. “I was trying to be helpful.”
“Its fine,” I said. “Just more to add to the fire.”
“What are you talking about?” When I didn’t answer she looked at her brother. “What is she talking about?”
“The rumor mill, at school,” he replied.
“What does this have to do with that?”
“She doesn’t want to be the topic of discussion at school.”
“Did you tell her about her Dad?”
“Yes, but she does have a point. Once word gets out that she is hanging out with us, she will be on the tip of everyone’s tongue just like we are.”
“I’m still here you know,” I said.
“You didn’t want to answer the question, so I was helping you, by answering.”
“Well, as thankful as I am, let’s keep that down so people don’t get the wrong idea.”
“Oh Cass, when are you going to realize that once someone sees the way the two of you look at each other, the cat will be out of the bag?” Gwen said.
“The way we what?” I screamed. “I don’t look at him like anything. I try not to look at him.”
I adverted my eyes from the rearview mirror. Gwen peered around the seat to look at me. “Puh-lease! Alma was right. It would take you a while.”
“What are you talking about now?” I said.
“Gwen, just let it go,” Peter said.
Gwen turned back around, facing away from me. I could just imagine what she was thinking, unfortunately, my mind drifted and I felt my eyelids drooping. I tried to fight it but after a few minutes I was out.
I was dreaming again. I was back in Ireland. Mom and I were back on that dreaded island. We had gone out to pick herbs on one of the Aran Islands. She was just behind the tree line picking herbs and I was picking flowers. The one’s at home were starting to droop and die.
Then the sky clouded over and I heard thunder.
“Mom?” I called.
I heard her scream off in the distance and I dropped the flowers. I started to run in the direction I had last seen her. It began to rain and the temperature dropped dramatically. I kept running. I had to get to her, I had to save her. This time.
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Banish Me
Teen FictionThere’s something different about Cass. Everyone in her hometown knew about it because they were like her too. She's a witch of the South, truth teller, and Daughter of the Earth. And she sees ghosts, not her favorite past time. After her mother's m...
