W.i.t.c.h. The Full Story: Part I Chapter 4 - Will

Hey ya'll! So apparently I can barely do anything online on my laptop. It's frustrating, but I'm alright.

Today I've been super productive. I realized that I haven't been working on my writing and editing like I should, especially since I do have something to edit. It's gonna take a little while because I'm editing for someone who've I've never edited for before, which means I have to explain in detail every little thing.

But I digress.

I managed to get this entire chap edited and wrote an entirely new scene all in under 2 hrs, which is pretty awesome if I do say so myself! So here it is, heading back to Will, chap 4.

Chapter 4

Will - Heatherfield

After changing in the girls’ uniform for the school, a maroon and cream plaid skirt, oxford shirt, charcoal pantyhose, and clunky Mary Jane shoes, she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

"Ugh," she groaned. "It’s got a dinky tie."

Grimacing, she left the nurse’s bathroom and returned to Knickerbocker’s office across the administration building where her mother and the principal were finalizing Will’s schedule. While that might’ve bothered some kids, Will didn’t really care. So long as she was in advanced science and on the swim team, she’d be satisfied.

"Alright, Wilhemina," Knickerbocker said.

"Will," Will corrected for the millionth time with a sigh.

"This is your class schedule," the principal said, ignoring Will just as she had all morning. "A student has been assigned to guide you for your first week with us. After that being late to class for the both of you will not be tolerated."

"Got it," Will grumbled. Her mom elbowed her, and Will forced a smile. "I understand, ma’am."

"Very well," Knickerbocker said. "You’ll find Taranee in the lobby. Ms. Vandom, I’ll walk you out."

The three of them left the office, and Will saw that the African-American student had stood up and seemed to be waiting for them. Susan turned to Will and gave her a bear hug.

"Have a good day at school, honey."

"Sure, mom," Will said, patting her mother awkwardly. Susan sounded close to tears.

"Listen to your teachers, get along with the other students and make lots of friends!"

"Okay…"

"I put some cookies in your lunch bag to help break the ice with the other kids, and—"

"Okay, Mom, I get it!" Will shoved her mom off. Susan just sniffed and smiled. "See you later."

Will turned away and headed over to where the other girl was trying to hide her smile. The red-head wouldn’t look at anyone until her mom had left with Will’s cool clothes.

"Hi, I’m Taranee Cook," the other girl said, still smiling.

Will shook her hand. "Will Vandom."

"I’m supposed to show you around the school and get you to your classes," Taranee said, "but just to let you know, I’m new here myself."

Will smiled. "Then I guess we’ll get lost together."

The two of them studied Will’s class schedule and the miniature map of the campus for a few minutes.

Taranee was the same age and grade as Will, and had the same Homeroom teacher. She’d arrived only three weeks earlier, a month into the semester which started earlier than Will’s previous district. Instead of having the long, luscious locks that seemed to be the common California Girl, Taranee’s hair was electric blue and super short, except for a long, beaded strand over her left ear. While they made their way to the algebra class they both shared, Will asked her how to fit in with the other girls.

"Wear make-up," Taranee automatically answered. When Will stared at her in horror, Taranee went on. "There are a lot of rich kids, whose parents are super models and actors. So all the girls wear makeup, at least a little bit of mascara and a BB cream. And the guys here are HOTT!" She added.

"From the extra T, it sounds as if you got a crush," Will teased. To her surprise, Taranee blushed.

"Well, yeah, but, yeah, I, don’t know his name," she stammered out.

"Wow," Will exclaimed, "you’ve really fallen for this guy, huh?"

"Yeah," Taranee admitted, suddenly fascinated with the floor.

Will laughed. She said, "Don’t worry, you’ll get his attention somehow."

Taranee gave her a grateful smile.

"Any-way," she stammered again, "the girls here can also be a bit vicious about looks. I’m not saying they’re all mean or something, but everyone wears a little something. That’s why my mom let me wear some."

Will sighed. "I just don’t like make-up. I mean, I’m not pretty, so there’s no point in putting on a mask to hide behind."

"Oh, don’t say that!" Taranee exclaimed, looking shocked. "You’re really pretty! Everyone is! Well…" she back tracked, "not everyone. But you are, and so am I. Just wear some mascara and a BB cream and you’re good"

"And what’s a BB cream again?" Will asked, feeling flattered. No one other than her mom had said anything like that to her before. Even her dad had always said she looked like a boy, or something like that.

They continued to talk until they reached room 304, their classroom. Will’s stomach clenched slightly, a sign that she was nervous.

Here we go, Will thought. Taking a deep breath, she followed Taranee inside.





"So where do you sit?" Will asked Taranee, staring at the mass of people filling the cafeteria at lunch.

"Um, I…normally…sit…over there." Taranee was pointing at a table that had a few dorky-looking kids in braces with bad acne. Will grimaced again. "They’re not all that bad," Taranee said. "At least they’re nice. They are not."

"They" were four boys sitting with two very pretty, very arrogant looking, identical girls. The boys’ uniforms were sloppy, their pants barely on their butts and their shirts wrinkled and covered in stains. The two girls were the complete opposite, dressed immaculately, wearing heavy amounts of makeup and looking through fashion magazines while the guys wrestled around and generally made complete fools of themselves.

"The guy with red hair and bad acne is Uriah Dunn," Taranee told her. "The big blond guy is Laurent, but everyone calls him Clubber."

"Clubber?" Will repeated incredulously.

"Yeah, because he’s the one who beats up Uriah’s enemies. The other big doofus is Kurt Van Buren, and the handsome one is N-Nigel."

Will raised an eyebrow and looked at Taranee, who was turning a little pink. "‘Handsome’?"

"The girls are the Grumper sisters," Taranee went on, ignored Will’s comment. "They’re pretty, rich and mean, mean, mean. The older one is Bess, she’s the one sitting right next to Uriah, and her twin is Courtney. I’d avoid everyone at the table like they had the plague."

"No problem," Will assured her. "So, we gonna sit over at the reject table or what?"

"That’s mean, calling them the reject table."

Will jumped at the high voice. She spun around to see three girls watching them. One was tall and blonde, who wore the uniform as if it was designed for her. Behind her was a Hispanic girl with bright blue eyes and was laughing. The one who’d spoken was the smallest girl, a tiny Asian girl, who continued speaking.

"Just because some of them have…problems, doesn’t mean—"

"Oh whatever, Hay Lin," the blonde said. "Martin and his geeky friend are rejects."

"That’s really mean, Cornelia!" Hay Lin protested.

Cornelia shrugged and moved past them.

"It’s not because of how they dress, but because they’re creepy," the Hispanic girl said. "Come on, Tim still eats his boogers."

"You don’t know that, Irma."

"Oh yes I do. Martin tells me about it when he follows me home. And about Anthony’s drooling problem."

"Martin follows you home?" Will asked, feeling a little freaked out.

Irma rolled her eyes. "He’s obsessed. Just last week he was serenading me from my front lawn and until the neighbors called the cops."

"I thought your dad was a cop," Taranee remarked.

"Yup. It was hilarious," Irma said, laughing. "So, you two need a place to sit, right?"

Will and Taranee nodded shyly.

"Well, you can sit with us," Irma told them. "If only because it’ll bug Cornelia."

Feeling nervous and shy, Will and Taranee followed the two girls to the largest table in the room.