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

Hey guys!

I know, it seems like forever since I posted a chapter, especially for W.i.t.c.h The Full Story. But I'm been writing every day for the past week, trying to get a bunch of chaps ready for Ray, as fast as my carpal tunnel will allow.

But here's the latest installment for W.i.t.c.h. as an early Christmas gift for Ray!!!

Chapter 4

Will

Earth

Will felt like she was going to die.

The music throbbed through her body, making her head pound along in time with the bass. Strobe lights pulsed and flashed across the masked, dancing crowd, heating already heated bodies to the point of extreme stench. Everything—the music, the crowd, the lights, the smell—it all seemed to press in on the tiny teenager. Past and present seemed to collide, and Will tensed so bad, it hurt. How long before they would come up behind her, ready to whisper filth in her ear before hitting her so hard she saw stars? How many times would she have to play the guessing game with the principal, or even the cops? How many bruises would she wear under her pretty 80’s dress for the next week or so? How long would she be lying in her bed, crying her eyes out over the wounds that covered her skin and her heart?

Feeling nauseas, the thoroughly depressed redhead tugged absently at her black and pink, tulle dress with neon pink leggings underneath. She would have messed with her hairspray-glued hair, but Cornelia caught her eye and gave a silent warning not to touch it. Will obeyed, and silently followed her down into the transformed cafeteria.

Surprisingly enough, a lot of people smiled at her, waved at her, told her she looked awesome and pretty. Of course, the same compliments were given to the six other girls as well, but still…Will had never been to a school event without being insulted the moment she walked in, least of all complimented. She still felt edgy, but at least she wasn’t nauseous anymore.

Then Matt’s band began to play Fall Out Boy’s My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark. Matt got the crowd to clap to beat, and Will couldn’t help but join. The crowd was really fired up—they were over an hour late to the party. They hadn’t decided on anything, so those who couldn’t pull a nice costume out of their closets had traveled to a Halloween store for some last minute shopping.

As Will jumped around during the chorus, she noticed that Elyon the fairy and Cornelia the Greek goddess were jumping too. Irma the pirate and Hay Lin the geisha had tried to headbang and had almost fallen over. Taranee’s Mad Hatter hat kept falling off, but she didn’t care. It was at that moment was when she really began to relax; she was dancing like she was on crack, showing the world how gorgeous she was, and listening to her favorite song. But best of all, she wasn’t alone.

After a long period of dancing, Cobalt Blue changed to a rock cover of Imagine Dragon’s Radioactive, and the girls were getting thirsty. They found the buffet table had been taken over by the Grumper Sisters and Uriah’s gang. While the boys cleared all the sandwich plates, Bess, the older sister, looked them up and down.

“I’m shocked,” she said. “No whores this year?”

Cornelia scoffed. Will didn’t think Bess was one to talk. She was in a rainbow-striped mini-dress with a phony blonde wig and a unicorn horn plastered to her forehead.

“And what are you supposed to be, a rainbow slut?” Irma replied.

“I’m Lady Rainicorn from Adventure Time, duh!” Bess snapped back.

Cornelia picked up a cup of punch, then “tripped” on her long, blue ombré dress and “accidentally” dropped her drink all over the snob. As Bess bit back a scream, Mrs. Knickerbocker came over to scold the boys for taking everything. Not wanting to cause more trouble, Bess and Courtney simply stalked off with the boys.

That had surprised Will. Her previous “bff,” Andrea, would’ve never done anything like that. She would’ve laughed at Will’s expense and then called her a baby for getting mad over it. Instead Cornelia got more punch, and the others assured Will that she looked rocking and to forget them.

They did everything Cornelia had said they would the day before; they danced like they were on crack, complimented lots of others on their costumes, chased Martin the Mummy away, ate lots of junk food. Two boys even danced with her during the covers for Adele’s Skyfall and Lorde’s Royals. She didn’t want the night to end.

But, of course, it did.

Badly.

She was on her way to the bathroom with Taranee, who had come as “the sexy scientist.” She was talking about some of her favorite Disney movies, and mentioned how she used to think the 1994 Thumbelina from Warner Brothers was a Disney film.

“Oh, really?” Taranee asked.

“Yeah,” Will responded with an embarrassed laugh. “I was always asking my mom, ‘play the Disney princess with the singing frog!’ ”

Taranee laughed.

“I loved Charo’s performance in that movie,” Will confessed. “She was the one who got me into frogs.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“I also loved that movie,” supplied Taranee. “The frog freaked me out, though.”

“Hah!”

“How cute.”

Will whipped around at the mocking tone, all her comfort and happiness gone. Fear spiked through her body like ice water had flooded her veins. Her hands curled into fists while a whirl of emotions made her stomach churn.

It was Uriah and two of his flying monkeys, Kurt and Nigel. Over the past few days, Will had been working on not reading her friend’s minds. In a large group it was easy; it was a loud blur to her. It was the same in class. But now she focused on Uriah’s gang. Sure enough, he was planning on “getting her back” for Bess.

Deep, pure rage flooded the red-head.

I’m so sick of this, she thought viciously. When will people leave me alone?

Meanwhile, Uriah had been talking the whole time, not noticing anything out of the ordinary.

“That’s such a sweet story, Wilhelmina,” the delinquent jeered.

“Her name is Will, blockhead,” Taranee sneered.

“Yeah, whatever, Tyranny,” came the short bark. The smooth, sleazy smile returned an instant later.

Watching the play of masks come on and off made Will’s temper spike.

Just get on with it and attack me, dirtball.

“So,” he called to her, “you like frogs?”

Will didn’t respond. The lack of retaliation seemed to amuse him more than anything, which put Will on edge even more.

“Well,” he called softly, his eyes alight with malice, “we have a gift for you.”

The second he said “we,” Will’s stomach dropped. She’d been so focused on Uriah and Nigel she hadn’t realized that the others had come up behind her. Before she could turn someone—probably Clubber—grabbed her, pinning her arms. As she started to squirm, they shoved something wet, cold, and slimy down her back. Will let out a scream only a few seconds after Taranee’s shriek. She managed to spin out of their grips and ripped the frog out of her dress—right as a bucket of filthy water was dumped on top of her head. It wasn’t tap water.

By the time she was able to wipe the gunk out of her eyes, the boys were already gone. Their cruel, wicked laughter echoed off of the lockers.

Infuriated, disgusted with herself, and extremely tired, Will sank to the floor and began to do the only thing she could.

Cry.

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.

W.i.t.c.h. The Full Story: Part I Chapter 2 - Will

Hey Guys!!!

So I've been working on my fanfic some more. Wow, I've forgotten so much!!! But just by finishing episode 4, I've already got more ideas flowing!!! So nice to be able to work!!!

Anywho, Part I is what's called "It Begins", not the chapter. Chapter 1 is Aldarn. I'll fix that right now!!!

And onto Part I Chapter 2!!!

Chapter 2

Will - Heatherfield, Earth

Will blew her blood red hair out of her face and glared at her mother. But Susan Vandom was busy gabbing away to the office secretary. The forty-year-old, raven-haired beauty had the uncanny ability to make friends with almost anyone she met, and could easily turn any situation to her advantage, something her daughter had never mastered. It was annoying to watch it in action, especially at her new middle school.

"Stop it, it’ll be different this time," she muttered. "No one here even knows you can read minds!"

The encouraging thought made her smile. But it faded when she sensed a student wondering about what she’d said. She glanced behind her to see an African-American girl about her age sitting in the pink chairs that adorned the front office. Will’s heart started pounding while her body went ice cold. Confusion wasn’t good. Not good at all. It led to questions that Will couldn’t answer, making stupid people to jumped to the wrong conclusions. Which equaled the death of Will’s reputation. Before it was even born.

Will silently cursed herself over and over again while staring resolutely at the back of her mom’s designer boots. She couldn’t believe that she’d actually said that out loud! But all the mental voices around her made hard to think without speaking aloud…

Just when her panic began to overwhelm her, her mother’s voice quieted the now roaring voices in her mind.

"Will, they’re ready for us, honey."

Will sighed and started to follow her mom, still eyeing the floor. But her mother’s hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"It’ll be alright, sweetheart," her mom assured her. "No one’s going to hurt you here. I won’t let them."

Will’s brown eyes dropped from her mom’s. She’d heard that before and had still come home covered in bruises.

Susan Vandom sighed and rubbed her thirteen-year-old’s back. Will just pulled on her pink hoodie and followed the secretary into an office where she slumped into a chair and focused on her purple jeans, red sweater and black sneakers. Both the secretary and councilor were in skirt suits and heels, and Ms. Vandom had also worn a skirt and blazer, making Will feel very underdressed. She racked her brain, trying to remember what the girl had been wearing, but she’d focused on the thoughts in her head, not her apparel. She hoped that the school was super strict about dress code, or worse: have uniforms. The very thought had her shuddering.

The councilor that handled Will’s papers was a plump woman with curly, white hair piled on top of her head like an ivory tower. As Ms. Vandom took the seat beside Will, the woman smiled at them. Will immediately didn’t like her. Not the way those green eyes didn’t match the slick smile.

"Hello, Wilhelmina, Ms. Vandom," the woman said.

"It’s Will," Will corrected.

The woman ignored her. "My name is Principal Knickerbocker."

"You’re the principal?" Will blurted. "Why the heck at you doing this job?"

She would’ve also asked where the corny name came from, but she could already feel her mother’s glare. A history of distrusting authority figures hung over Will’s head, and her mom wasn’t going to spend another school year going to the school for meeting after meeting. Will heard the frustration in her mom’s inner monologue. And insulting the principal of her new school—a private institute none the less—would be the worst way to start the year off.

"Yes, I am," the woman replied, her tone matching her mental disapproval. "Our councilor is out sick with the stomach flu, and won’t return until he has fully recovered. Until then I will take on some of his responsibilities."

"How long do you think he’ll be gone?" Will’s mother asked, a little skeptical.

"Oh not for very long, a few more days at the most," Knickerbocker smoothly replied, that same smile still plastered to her face.

"Okay," Susan said, still sounding uncertain. Will knew that tone—her mother didn‘t trust the school.

"Now, Wilhelmina," Mrs. Knickerbocker said, her bright smile trying, and failing, to impress the fourteen-year-old, "how much do you know about Sheffield Institution?"

"That the name sounds like a prison," Will muttered. "And again," she said at regular volume, "I go by Will."

The phony smile started to crack a little as the principal tried not to show her fraying patience. Will’s mom openly glared, but her mind showed that she was really trying not to laugh.

Knickerbocker cleared her throat and went on. "Well, its history is quite the opposite. This school has existed since 1878 as a school for ladies to…"

Will zoned out while staring just past the principal and out a window. She’d heard the lecture in Knickerbocker’s mind before she’d commented on the name. It was an old school rich steeped in tradition and had a history alumni becoming first ladies, judges, political leaders and even a few Hollywood actresses. The grades ranged from eighth grade to twelfth grade. Eighth and ninth graders had to wear uniforms while the upper classmen didn’t have to. Many of the students here had known each other for years and years, staying in their little circles. Will doubted she’d make friends here, and she wasn’t even sure she wanted to.

"Do you have any questions?" Mrs. Knickerbocker asked right on time. If Will had wanted to annoy her, she’d mouthed along, but that would infuriate her mom, so she did it mentally.

"Yes," Susan replied.

Will tried not to groan as her mom asked question after question, mostly about money. Everything was about money with her mom. She’d been pretending that nothing was wrong and that they’d had just as much before the long divorce, but Will knew better. Things were tight. So she just laid her head back and stared at the ceiling while her mom haggled over every little detail. When she sighed again, her mom elbowed her.

"Stop it," her mom hissed in her ear, and then smiled at Mrs. Knickerbocker.

"Alright then," the principal said, "how about—"

"We choose my class schedule?" Will finished. "Finally?"

"Wilhelmina Mary Vandom."

Will grimaced. She could hear her mother’s anger reflected in her voice.

"Outside. Now."

Will followed her into the empty hall. She knew exactly what was going to happen. She always did. Her mom thought out everything she said. Each word was carefully chosen to get her point across. Meaning that Will knew every word that her mom was going to say before she said it. Susan didn’t care. It always sounded more to the point, and louder, when said out loud.

"This attitude of yours is getting very old very quickly!" She growled. Yeah. Definitely louder. "We sacrificed a lot to get you into this school, and you are not going to mess this up with your cynicism!"

"She’s a phony," Will explained.

"She’s trying to be nice!" Susan yelled, waving her arms around in frustration. It would’ve definitely been amusing, if Will hadn’t been in trouble. "So she has a fake smile on, so what? Maybe she had a terrible morning and is trying to forget about it. Your negativity certainly isn’t helping!"

Will glared at the closed door. "Mrs. Pinkle had that same smile when she told dad to put me in Palo Verde."

Susan froze, her anger fading. Mrs. Pinkle had been the vice-principal at Will’s middle school in Tucson Arizona. That woman had made it personal mission to keep Will under her boot. That had been the last straw in the already strained relationship between Will’s parents. Susan got a divorce, and they’d moved to the small coastal city of Heatherfield, California.

"Will, this isn’t Quail Brook," Susan said gently.

"I know, but—" Will said.

"But it still feels the same?"

Will looked into her mom’s amber eyes, then back down to the floor.

"Will," she touched her daughter’s shoulder, and made Will look at her, "this is a new beginning, a new place. These are different people. They’re not going to attack you, or lock you up over some—nonsense. But they will if you keep up the commentary. Please," she begged as she stroked Will’s cheek, "give this place a chance?" Will looked back at the stupid maroon carpet. "If it turns out to be just as bad, I’ll think of home school. Okay?"

"Okay," Will softly replied.

The two of them hugged, and then went back in the office.

Well, Will told herself, time to try to make a new beginning.