Angela’s POV
I awoke to my familiar room…I felt normal, but something was wrong.
Hmm…my room was still the light blue like it always was, and my desk, big
poofy bean-bag chair, dresser and bed were all still there.
But it wasn’t anything wrong with my surroundings, it was me. I felt off
and irregular. I picked up my phone and rubbed my eyes before I began punching
in Ben’s telephone number.
It only took him 3 rings to answer, then his familiar voice was in my ear,
 “Good morning to you too, beautiful! How’d ya sleep?”
he sounded awake and perky like he always did in the mornings. I yawned,
“Great! How about you?”
“Fine, had a strange dream though…well, I’m sorry but I actually have
to go, I’m going to check out that college…but I’ll see you later
today!” he sounded cheerful that we would see each other soon.
“Ok Ben, see you soon, oh yah, what movie did you pick?”
“The one about Karate, you know?”
 I tried to refrain myself from groaning but was unsuccessful,
 “Ugh, Ben! Fine, I’ll see you at, say 7-ish?”
 “Sure thing, call you later Ang. Bye, love you!”
 “Love you, too, bye!” I said and hung up the phone.
Ben and I always called each other in the morning and at night, that was just
one of the things we did, my mom said it was cute, but we can hardly be in a
room without making everyone sick.
My fingers started to tingle, curious…I slowly got up and looked in the
mirror on my dresser, I looked how I always do. Normal. My wavy honey-brown
colored hair and blue-ish green eyes were nothing special – to me anyway.
I turned from my room and made my way to the bathroom and knocked.
“I’m in here!” one of my younger brothers squeaked. I would just have
to use the bathroom later, it always seemed to be occupied. I walked to the
kitchen, I made myself a bowl of cereal and sat at the kitchen table.
My fingers were still tingling. Weird, I thought.
 “Hey mom,”
 “Mhm?” she was at the table reading a book I’ve never heard of…I
think it was called ‘eclipse’ or something.
 “I don’t feel that great, I think im just going to call Ben and stay
home and sleep today…” I trailed off examining my hands.
“Oh really, what’s wrong sweetie?” she asked.
“I don’t exactly know…I just feel kind of off. It’s weird but, well,
umm, my fingers are kinda tingling…?”
Why did I say that? My mother is going to think I’m insane, who cancels a
date because their fingers feel weird?!
Without any warning, my mother gasped and smiled like I’ve never seen her
smile before. Her eyes lit up and she grasped my hand and started giggling.
“Hey?! What’s wrong?”I asked.
 “Oh you silly girl! Nothing’s WRONG! It’s RIGHT!!” she exclaimed.
I slowly backed away from her. I knew it was rude, but she was starting to
scare me,
“Mom, what is it?” I asked again.
“All in good time, my dear, but I’m just so HAPPY! I thought all was lost
after all this time, that you wouldn’t ever be like me, or I mean, us.”
 “Who’s us?” I interrupted”
“Wait, let me finish, so I guess you were just a late bloomer, like your
great-grandmother!”
 “Mom, what ARE you talking about? Please” I interrupted again.
“Ok sweetie, I was debating on whether I should tell you this even if it
wouldn’t have happened, but it did, so now this will be easier for us both
now that is has happened…well the women of our family are different…”
Suddenly, she was in a different world, her mind was no longer attached with
her body, but she continued, “Angela sweetie, you must listen to what I am
saying, this may sound a bit weird, but well, Ang, I’m a witch! Well, now,
WE are WITCHES!”
Um, excuse me?! Did I hear correctly??? a WITCH?!?!?! I truly didn’t know
what to say. I was utterly confused. My mother never lied about anything, and
I mean NOTHING! Even when I was bold enough to ask about Santa and the Easter
bunny, she didn’t lie. So why would she tell me I’m a…a…witch? Do I
really have some sort of powers? Is there really such thing as magic, and are
all those silly mythical creatures real? But most importantly, why now, why
would magic choose ME?