The morning sun shined through her opened bedroom window, bathing her small bedroom in a bright, golden light. Kara sat crossed legged on her bed; her laptop resting on her knees. She moved her hands over the key board; all of her focus taken away by the writing on the screen, her eyes moving from left to right as she took in everything that had been written. “That will do for today,” she said to herself saving her work and putting her laptop to one side. She slid off her bed and put her laptop on charge, and then she changed from her PJs into her clothes, she put on a dark brown dress that flowed to the floor in waves. She put her long brown hair into a pony tail- she didn’t have the time to do much else with it; it fell down her back and stopped when it hit her waist.
With the hope of the day and the feeling that something was going to change, Kara walked out of her bedroom, shutting her white door behind her, and walked down the first lot of stairs. She could hear voices ringing down the hallway from the kitchen as she started to move down the second lot of stairs. Kara turned left when she hit the bottom of the stairs and walked down the hallway; she opened the brown door and went into the kitchen.
The smell of food frying hit her first, then the smell of coffee. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the smell of her morning since she was a baby. She smiled then turned to face her mother.
Her mother was sitting with her back to Kara; a plate of food was sitting on one side of her laptop and a cup of coffee on the other side. She was tapping away at her laptop and talking to a small maid that was standing in front of her. “I have had to speak with you twice in the past mouth,” she looked up at the maid and raised her eyebrows. “If I have to speak with you once more then I will have to let you go.”
Kara stood in the doorway listening to her mother; she rolled her eyes then carried on walking over to the cook that was standing by the oven, not even listening to the two women behind her, she was too busy cooking, engrossed in her work. Kara gave her a smile as the cook handed a plate of food to her. “Thank you,” she said taking the plate, she took a glass filled with milk as she walked over to the small table on the far side of the kitchen. She placed her plate down and slipped into the wooden chair, taking a drink of the milk as she did.
Her mother dismissed the maid, picked up her own cup and walked over to Kara. She sat in front of Kara, slipping from her cup and looking over at her daughter. They still have not spoken much since the day Kara lost the ring and every time they are left in a room together it is uncomfortable for them both. Kara looked away from her mother’s glaze and put some eggs into her mouth. “Got anything planned for today?” her mother asked. She looked into Kara’s eyes, seeing more of her soul than any other person.
Kara knew that her mother was trying to do; she was making sure she was telling the truth, seeing if she was going to lie. Kara and her family- well, Kara and her mother because the males of the family do not carry the gene- are witches; they are one of the most powerful witch families. Her mother was full of power and can tell when someone was lying to her. That is one of the reasons no one lied to her, they knew they won’t get away with it.
Kara looked even deeper into her mother’s ice gray eyes. Kara had learnt from a young age how to get past her mother’s influence and how to overcome the truth spell. That is how she had been able to get away with so much. “Yes, I am planning on meeting a friend from school; we have an assignment that needs to be handed in on Monday.” She explained, it was nothing but the truth. She watched the cook pick up her plate and walk away, leaving Kara and her mother to talk. The room was quite for a few minutes, no one spoke; they sat looking at one another, waiting for the other to talk.
Eventually, Kara turned to her mother, something written deep down her soulful eyes “I wanted to talk to you,” she said, getting up from the chair and refilling her glass with milk.
“What do you wish to say, I need to get going.” She said slipping her own coffee again.
Kara sat back down, looking at her glass and taking a deep breath, the smell of milk drifts up to her. “I need to talk to you about going to the human town.” Kara lifted her eyes and saw her mother’s face had gone white with shook and emotionless. “I have wanted to go there for a long time, Mother, and I think now is the time.”
Kara’s mother sat without talking or moving for a long time, she just sat looking into her daughter’s eyes. “Have you forgotten what happened to the last witch that entered that town?” she asked, moving from her chair and paced around the room, her eyes looked everywhere but at her daughter. “They were all killed; they were killed because of what they are and what they can do.” She said just in case Kara had forgotten, but of course, she hadn’t. She would never be able to forget, not as long as she was living and breathing.
Kara stood up, the chair falling to the floor behind her. Instead of picking it up Kara walked around the table and stood in front of her mother, watching her perfect cold face for any emotion, but she gone none. “No, Mother, I have not forgotten. It is burned into the back of my mind, waiting for me to close my eyes so it can take over my every being.” She walked over to the sink and turned back to her mother, whom was watching her closely. “But that does not stop me wanting to go there. Every witch from the beginning of time had gone to the Human World and let their powers grow.”
Just then the house main walked into the room. She gave a bow to Kara and her mother before turning to Kara’s mother. “You are needed, ma’am. The meeting is going to be starting in a few minutes.” She gave another bow before leaving the room, never turning her back as she went.
Without looking at Kara, he mother picked up her bag and laptop and walked towards the door. Before she went out she turned back to Kara, a painful expression on her face. “Please talk to you father about going to the Human World, I am every busy today.” She turned her back on Kara and walked out of the room. Kara stood there, looking at the place where her mother was standing not long ago. A smile slowly crept onto her face. If there was anyone that was going to let her go to the Human World, it was her father.
Kara looked at the clock on the wall; it was 10:15 a.m. Her father would not be up yet, he does not get up until after eleven. With nothing to do but wait for her father to come to his study, Kara walked out of the kitchen and into the large library. Kara had always found it easy to lose herself in the many books that lined the walls; she had always been one of the few witches that enjoyed reading about the Humans of the Human World.
She walked down the middle of the book shelves and picked up the first book that came to her hand, she then walked over to the window seat that over looked the grand front garden. She sat down, putting herself into a ball as she opened the front cover and began to read. The book she had picked up was not one she had read before and she was grateful for that, she had always found it hard to pass time when she was reading a book she had read before.
As she read the words that were written on the page, as she got deeper and deeper into the book, Kara found herself losing herself as the characters became even more familiar then her own skin. As the story unfolded, Kara got more into the story, more so, then any other. It wasn’t until she saw the authors name did she understand why.
The book was written by May Williams, a witch that used to live by Kara when she was growing up. She had never known May had become a writer, she didn’t know much about May other than the fact that she went into the Human World when she was twenty-nine and was killed for being a witch. This book must have been published before May had died.
The book was called Witching Hour and was about a young human girl that came across a secret in her family, one that her family had been keeping from her since she was born. On her own and with no one to talk to, the young girl ran away from home after she realised her whole family was lying to her. Not long after running away did she find a young boy, who she fell in love with as soon as their eyes met.
That was all Kara had read up to yet, but she knew if she carried on reading she would never be able to put the book down until it was finished, but Kara had to put the book down, she had to talk to her father before her mother got back and tried to stop her.
As she finished reading the last page of the chapter, she felt her heart began to bleed for the main character, Annabelle Philips. Slowly, as she eyes read the last world, she closed the book and looked at the time. She had been sitting on the window sear, reading the book for over three hours. She rubbed her eyes, stretched her arms and legs, and set off to her father’s study. Walking down the hallways to the study, Kara felt her heart beating fast and her body filled with nerves.
Just as Kara raised her hand to knock on her father door, her phone began to ring from her pocket. Startled, she got her phone from her pocket as fast as she could, not wishing to draw attention of her father quiet yet. The caller ID said it was her best friend and a fellow witch, Linnie. Answering the phone and putting it to her ear, Kara walked a few paces away from the door and said, “Hello, what may I do for you?”
Her friends voice came thought the speaker, she spoke loud and fast, not catching her breath until she had finished taking. “Where are you, Kara? I have been waiting for you to get here for over half an hour. Are you still coming?” when she had finished, Kara heard Linnie take a deep breath to calm herself down.
Kara left herself smiling despite her friend’s frustration. “Hello to you as well, Linnie,” She said. “Sorry, I lost track of time. I will be there is a few minutes.” With that said and done, Kara and Linnie said their goodbyes and Kara put her phone down. Kara gave one last longing look at her father’s study door before she ran up the stairs to her own room. She grabbed a small bag and put her laptop inside, picked up her key, and grabbed her notebook from her top draw before she turned around and walked back out of her room, shutting the door as she went.
Without a word to her father, or anyone else, Kara let herself from the house, being quite as she closed the door behind her. Without looking over her shoulder, Kara ran from the house and down the small stone path that led to the town and from there to her best friend’s house.
When she was outside Linnie’s house, she took a few deep breaths, trying to get her breathing back to normal, before she reached up to knock on the door but before her hand made contact with it, the door opened to show Linnie standing there, one hand on her slim hip while the other one clenched the door. “So good of you to show your face,” Linnie said moving out of the way so Kara could get through the door. Kara slipped off her shoes and followed Linnie into the kitchen where Linnie’s homework was all over the kitchen table. “We have to work in there, mom is in the living room and doesn’t what to be disturbed and Catty is in the bedroom, playing.”
Kara just nodded her head and sat down on the chair, she took out her laptop from her bag and sat it down and turned it on while Linnie got them something to drink. She took a deep breath, drank some milk, and began to help Linnie with their assignment she told her mother she was going to do.
While she talked and worked with Linnie, Kara found herself beginning to let go of her fears of talking to her father and began to enjoy spending time with her best friend.
A few hours later, Kara wrote the last word and save her work. She turned to Linnie, who was still typing away at her own laptop in front of her and said, “I have finished. Do you want any help?” She put her laptop to the side and looked over Linnie’s shoulder and read what she had put. Her eyes took in all of the words in front of her before Linnie turned to Kara and said, “No, I think I have it.” With one last look at her work, Linnie saved and closed the lid. She looked at Kara and gave her a smile just as her sister, Catty, walked into the room.
With one look at Kara, Catty’s whole face lit up. “Hello, Kara. I didn’t know you were coming around today.” As she spoke, Catty got a drink and a piece of cheese from the fridge and walked out of the room before Kara had time to answer her.
Kara looked at Linnie and they both began to laugh, their bubbly laughter ran through the house and into the living room. Linnie’s mother told them to shut up or go outside. They done their best to control their laughter but it only made them laugh harder. Kara looked at her watch and the bright, happy feeling left her straight away. She got up so fast that her chair fell to the floor behind her, she forgot all about it. How could she have forgotten?
“I’m sorry, Linnie, but I have to go. I was meant to be back by now.” She said as she collected all of her things and headed towards the door with Linnie on her heels.
“It’s OK,” Linnie said as she watched Kara put on her shoes and opened the door. “But I will see you tomorrow, right?”
Kara nodded her head and ran down the path, shouting over her shoulder as she went. “Yeah, I will meet you before school,” she didn’t look back, Kara ran all the way home, glad she made it back before her mother got home. Kara ran up the stairs, dropped her things onto her bed, sorted out her hair and clothes, and took a few deep breaths before she reopened the door and stood in the doorway. She listened without breathing waiting to hear her father go back into his study.
With the nerves coming back to her, Kara made her way back to the study, hoping her father would be open minded about the whole thing.