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A Spell Of Words

Novel By: xnbdyknwsx

This is the story of Annabelle, a witch who is going through the biggest drought of her life. Everything seems to be horrible in life just as if it is for the girl in the movie she saw the night before that she compared herself. Why is everything going so bad and when will it get better? How much longer will she have to put up with this crap before it all ends? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Oct 8, 2010    Reads: 95    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


A Spell Of Words

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My mother named me Annabelle, because she thought it was the name of a great witch. She loved me and treasured me. Every night when I was younger before I went to bed she used to read me a story and kiss me on my forehead. Every Saturday she would make pancakes and we would spend the whole day together. She always gives me advice on fashion, boys, school, and all the good stuff a girl needs to know. Oh, and did I mention we are both immortal! I have the greatest life a girl could ask for… If I said, all of this was true I would be lying.

Yes, my name is Annabelle but my mother had no idea I would be a witch. My mom loved me and cherished me for the short time we were together, the first six years of my life. She read me bedtime stories and told me to have sweet dreams that's she wasn't going anywhere but she did. When we were coming home one night from the city, we had to take the subway. A mugger held up the train. The boy next to us was asthmatic and started to have an attack. My mom was a doctor and could not stand by while an innocent boy stopped breathing but when she went to move one of the muggers shot her and killed my perfect mother. After that, I had no one to kiss me on the forehead goodnight. I did not wake up to pancakes on Saturday mornings. I had no one who could tell me advice on fashion, boys, and school. I lived in an orphanage with a bunch of other kids. I hated my life. When I was told I was told I was from a long line of witches from my fathers side I was happy. When the choice first presented itself to embrace my heritage and I was baffled and astonished unknowing they even existed. It took a few days but eventually I said yes.

That's the story of how I ended up where I am today.


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