The Witches Destiny by Craggy (best detective novels of all time .txt) 📕

I walked down the cold, windless street listlessly. Not knowing where I was going; not knowing why I left. Life used to be good for me. I lived in a huge mansion with servants and of course my best friend, Chad. I had great parents who hardly ever went on business trips. Yet when they did we would always talk via video chat or phone. My parents were the best things that ever happened to me.
Everything was great… well, before the accident. My parents called less and less frequently. Every time I called them I would get their voicemail. Once, I even got my father but he said he had to go because he was busy. Me, confused shrugged it off and waited by the computer with the phone in my hand every night; dismissing the feeling of dread. The servants, even Chad, spoke when spoken to and cleaned when I wasn’t near. It was like I was a plague. I was close to insanity. I asked why they wouldn’t talk to me but they just looked at me with solemn faces and made up some excuse about cleaning. My anger was beginning to get the best of me. Then… it happened. I started a fire with my hands.
Confused I searched for something to douse it. Everything I tried was to no avail. I was getting very frustrated. Then I had and idea. What if I tried to use water? As soon as I thought that a water sphere in the middle of my palm. I thought of my parents and servants. They must’ve known, I thought, they just had to. Scared and confused, I left. Not wanting to hurt the ones I love. Then I got a letter that said:
Dear Arianna Cezweick,
You have recently found out about your powers. You are a witch. That being so you are cordially invited to take dorm at the Boarding School for super naturals. If you decide to go to this school, you will learn how to control your power and bend it to your will. If you would like to go press this button and you will be instantly transported to your dorm, which will be filled with clothes food and your roommate.
Sincerely,

Ms. Gormornor.

Not knowing what I was getting my self into I pressed the button. I turns out Ms. Gormornor was planning to take over the human world and I was supposed to be her champion. I disagreed and we ended up having to battle. She managed to turn my friend into a Cyclops before I sent her to “detention”. I was kicked out of the school. So now I’m walking down the cold, windless street listlessly; wondering what I’m going to do next.

3 Years Ago

"CHAD STOP", a 14 year old me managed to let out between giggles. I was starting to feel light headed and I couldn't breathe.

"No, not until you tell me what you did with my phone", he replied as I struggled to get out of his grip. He acts like I'm that bad. Okay well maybe I am. I may have played a little teeny prank involving his phone peanut butter and a llama. But no harm no foul right.

"I have no idea what your talking about", I exclaimed between breathes.

"Oh yeah. Then what do you explain about the not on my desk in my room. It reads:

Hahaha. I have your phone and there is nothing you can do about it. If you ever want to see it again you have to make me seven cakes and buy me lots of candy. You better hurry your deadline is 3 days. With evilness, Voldie", he read off the paper. Wow I guess that was a little peculiar and a little give away.

"Well bring me my cake and candy!"

"Give me my phone!"

"Candy!"

"Phone!"

"CANDY!!!"

"PHONE!!!"

"C!!!"

"P!!!"

"CANDY"

"PHO-"

"ENOUGH", a new voice added.

We both looked up to see my mom, Valerie Cezweick. She looked murderous on her bathrobe and bed hair. Did I forget to mention it's like 3 in the morning. Oh, Well.

"What in the world is going on here", she asked the two red faced 14 year olds in front of her.

"He started it!!!", I shouted at the same time Chad shouted, "She started it!!"

We both glared at each other. Dang it. I hate that we think alike. It's so annoying sometimes. I mean SERIOUSLY!!!!!!!!!!!!

"That wasn't the question, I asked: What is going on here."

At that we both started talking at the same time.

"She stole my ohone and-"

"All I wanted was candy and-"

"Now shes putting up a price to get it back so-"

"I got this great plan then-"

"ENOUGH, " she shouted again, " One at a time. Chad first."

"Well, she stole my phone and wrote a note saying that she will only give it back if I make her seven cakes and buy her lots of candy. So, I went looking fo rher but when she saw me she ran and I easily caught up with her. Then I tackled her and started tickling her and then we started aruguing and you came out saying-"

"I get it. Arianna", she said goving me a pointed look..

I shrugged my ahoulders and said, "What he said.'

She stared at me for a while. A whole 5 min. but whose counting. My mom continued to stare at me for a while longer then without any forwarning she reached into my pajama pocket took the phone and gave it to Chad.

"Hey," I protested.

"Now go to bed," she said ignoring me and heading back inside. Chad and I took one glance at each other and started flat out laughing. Once we finally regained our composure he swung his arm on my shoulder and we walked inside grinning like the fools we were.

3 years later

As I thought of these painful memories and unwillingful tear made its way down my face. As soon as that happened I pushed all memories aways and willed my tears not to fall. No, I instructed to myself. Tears show weakness and pain. You are no longer that girl that was happy all the time. Ypu are no longer that old Arianna Cezweick. You are the new and improved one. And you are goingt to find out about these new powers whether you like it or not. You are 17 year old new Arianna Cezweick; and you are going to find out about these new poweres whether you like it or not.

And with that last thought I continued walking down the street, making plans on what I am going to do..

Watch out world, there is a new Arianna Cezweick. So, don't even think about messing with her.

I walked into the diner, instantly gagging at the stale smell of beer and whiskey. Oh, how did I get myself into this? Me the great Valerie and John Cezweick’s daughter. Oh, well. You can’t have everything you want. At least now I can’t. I used to but now….. Let’s just say I have issues…. And not mental once.

I looked around the pub at the men at the bar, girls dressed in short dresses on roller skates, and kids in booths trying to looked cooler than they want to be. Yup, ordinary American pub. As I looked around on boy caught my eye. He was lean and looked almost…nervous. I walked up to him and sat one seat away form him. Leaving a seat vacant that, as I looked around the room, no one would dare to sit on. He spared me a glance sizing me up. Then without warning and put up his hands and said an incantation. Everything freezed, except us of course.

“How did you get here so quickly,” He asked.


“Lets not worry about that. Let’s just be happy I’m here,” I said.

“That’s the same kind of attitude that got you kicked out of Boarding School for the Supernatural,” he chuckled. Upon hearing this I stiffened and tried my best to conceal my already boiling anger.

“No what got me kicked out of The School was desire of having a life. Unlike the rest of those fake wanna-bees,”I said through clenched teeth.

"Whatever", he scoffed," What did you want anyway".

"What are you talking about", I asked deciding to play dumb.

"You called me down here for something", he seethed angrily, smashing his glass cup of root beer on the bar.

Somebody's got a temper, I thought. I gave up the playing dumb act. "I'm here for the serum you talk so badly about to everyone supernatural being you can find."

Now it was his turn to play dumb. "Why, I have no idea what you're talking about".

"Don’t be dumb. You made up the thing. The serum that can cure and spell that can inflict havoc on the human race," I explained impatiently.

"Oh yeah that one", he grinned, "You didn't really think you would get that without a price did you? This kind of stuff has a price."

"And what would that price be," I asked cautiously taking a step back.

"Oh nothing", he said nonchalantly," just the blood of a very powerful witch named....."

He smirked as realization dawned into my face. "Arianna Cezweick."

The faster then I could process, he lunged at me; plunjing the knife into my stomach. He chuckled as I fell to the floor. Just before I slipped into unconsciousness I realized something.