A Witches Heart by Lisa Marie McDonagh (best short novels of all time .txt) 📕

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A New life

Chapter 1 


Katheren: 

Ugh, I hated being the new girl! I wish I was back at my old school, with my old friends, my boyfriend, oh, and my old life! But that's not going to happen; I know that, I also know that, it never will. I could never have my old life back.  
Two years ago, my parents were killed in a fire at my old house while I was at a sleepover. At first, I thought it was just a dream and that I would wake up, but I am still waiting for my alarm to go off and the nightmare to be over; I guess I am just not that lucky.  
At first, my grandparents took care of me, but after a year, I think that taking care of a fifteen year old girl was just too much for them. Later, they sent me from my nice warm, dry home in California, to a cold, rainy foster home in Seattle. It was bad enough I had lost my parents, but I guess that they just had to make me suffer even more and make me lose my life too?! 
"Please introduce your self to the class," the elderly teacher said, bringing me out of my reverie.  
"Um, my name is Katheren Whitney," I mumbled, looking down, trying to hide my blush. Oh, did I mention why I hated to be the new kid? Well the first thing is that, I hate not knowing what is going on, and that I hated attention. And attention seemed to be precisely what I was getting.  
"Well Katheren," she pressed, "could you tell us where you moved from?" 
"Santa Ana, California." Please, please let that be enough... 
"Oh, well welcome," Mrs. Brooks smiled kindly at me, "take any seat you want." 
I murmured a thanks and quickly sat in an empty seat at the back of the class, not looking up while I went. When I finally sat down, Mrs. Brooks started her Geometry lesson. I didn't pay attention most of the class, because, in my old school, I was always the nerd who everyone thought took vigorous notes the whole class. But that wasn't even close to being right, I was just very intelligent and didn't see the point in the teacher's lessons, I just read about it in the book later and figured it out for my self, it always worked in the past, that and my teachers didn't bother calling on me, knowing I was smarter then they were. I doodled in my note book for the whole class and when the bell rang, I jumped.  
I was surprised to hear a quiet laugh from beside me. "Here, you dropped this," the guy that was sitting beside me said, handing me my pencil that I had flung when the bell caught me off-guard.  

"Thanks," I said, taking it from him, still not looking at him. 
"Hey, since it's your first day, how about I give you a tour, you know, help you find your classes..." 

I looked up then, surprised by his chivalrous offer and my jaw almost dropped. He was...he was... perfect... I guess that's the best way to describe him. He had sun-blond hair, a drop-dead gorgeous smile, and the most shocking electric blue eyes. "Uh, s-sure," I stuttered.  

"Great, my name's Daren, by the way, Daren Coventry. You're Katheren, right?" 
"Yeah, but everyone calls me Kate or Kates," I said, while I put all of my stuff into my book bag. 

"Hmm, well Kates, what's your next class?" Daren asked. 
"Um, chemistry, I think." 
"Awesome," Daren said, and smiled. My mind completely blanked, wow, how did he do that?! "Come on we don't want to be late." Then he grabbed my hand so that I would follow him. But I yanked my hand back, because when he touched my hand, it felt like I had been electrocuted or something, but it didn't hurt, just a surprise, almost...pleasant? "Sorry," he mumbled, looking down. Then he brightened up, "'Cause there is nothing scarier than a pissed off Mr. Berkeley." 

I laughed and we headed towards the science building.  
To be truthful, I was surprised that Daren was even talking to me; I wasn't the kind of girl who got attention from good-looking guys like him, no matter how nice they were. I mean, it's not like I was pretty or was outgoing or anything, I was normal looking and boring. I was a boring five-foot six girl with dirty blond hair, and boring jade green eyes.  
I was- to most people- a nerd, I loved to read books all the time, I aced all my classes, and didn't have a boyfriend until a month before my parents died. I wasn't even sure that Ben- my old boyfriend- even really liked me, or just wanted me to help him with his homework. And it didn't help me that I had glasses then, but, my aunt had gotten me contacts before I moved to Seattle to start my new life with her and Nova High School. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a bad school or anything, I just missed Valley High School in Santa Ana.  
"Are you okay?" Daren asked me. 


I jumped startled back into reality. "Yeah, just daydreaming, I do that a lot." 
"Oh," he laughed, "well it is better to be stuck in your mind than in school." 
"Yeah," I laughed too, "sounds about right." Then I thought of something. "Daren?" I was surprised at how much I liked to say his name. 
"Hmm?" 
"Well um, you don't have to show me around school if you don't want to, I mean you have to walk that much further and it could make you late... I just don't want you to go through all that trouble for me..." 
He smiled, "It's no trouble at all." Then we entered the science building and my second class for the day, great. 

 
Chapter 2 
Daren: 
Great, another boring day at school, I thought as I made my way into my first hour, math.  
"Hey, Daren," I heard some girl giggle as I sat down. I looked up, it was Sara. She was the school... well I don't know how to put it nicely, but... bitch. She was tall, had dark brown hair and eyes, and had about the least amount of clothes that you could have on and get away with at school. "I was wondering if you were going to ask me to the winter dance at the end of the month..." she trailed off.  
Well, if I was going to I would have, I thought scornfully, but bit my tongue. "I'm sorry, but I already have a date for the dance," I lied. 
"Really? Who?" Sara snapped. I could just imagine the thoughts in her head, the revenge plans or whatever for the girl that I had asked. So much for that excuse... 
"A close friend from another school actually, she's never been to a dance before and I thought that she enjoy going to ours." 
"Oh, maybe next time?" she sulked. 
"Sure, maybe next time." Like that was going to happen. The funny thing was, I hadn't told her an honest thing this whole conversation, not like she deserved it anyway.  
By then the whole class had filed in and I settled down in my sat in the back of the class, ready to just ignore the teacher, daydream or just scan the future or something, just for something to do.  
I was a witch for Pete's sake, and I had to suffer though school? Why? Why me? I thought angrily at no one in particular.  
"Tough break," my friend, Ryan, said sarcastically, interrupting my thoughts. 
I rolled my eyes. "She is all yours, man, all yours." 
He smiled. "I'll tell you how she is. But I might need your help." 
"Wait, with what?" 
"You have girls fanning all over you, bro! How the hell do you do it?" 
I smirked. "The girls just naturally come after me, what can I say?" 
"Yeah and you are the dumbass to turn every one of them down. Seriously, how do you do it?" 
"My mother raised me to be a gentleman and the ladies love gentlemen." 
"And you don't you that you your advantage?" he whispered loudly and the teacher halted in her lecture to glare at us for a second.  
"I am just waiting for the right girl," I told him when she went back to ignoring us.  
Ryan grunted and turned his attention back to the notes on the bored. 
The class- that had been going for about five minutes, stopped abruptly when there was a small knock at the door. "Yes, come in," Mrs. Brooks said. Then the most beautiful girl I have ever seen walked through the door. She wasn't as tall as Sara, but she wasn't that short either. She had dark blonde hair that went down to the middle of her back and what looked like an even brighter blonde highlights. She wore jeans and gray sweatshirt. For a second I was distracted, a sweatshirt, it was warm, for a rainy place like Seattle anyway, that made mw wonder where she was from... 
"Please introduce your self to the class," Mrs. Brooks said, just now interrupting my thoughts, even though she had been speaking for a while. Now that I looked closer, I saw that she had given Mrs. Brooks a white paper, oh, she was new, and that was why I hadn't seen her before. I felt kind of bad for the girl, it was December, she had to start in the middle of the school year, I new how that felt, that was me last year.  
"Um, my name is Katheren Whitney," she said, in a voice that reminded me of bells and her name seemed fitting in some way... She hadn't looked up when she said this- which annoyed me a bit, since I wanted to know which color her eyes were- and a blush crept across her checks. Was she... embarrassed? 
"Well Katheren," the teacher pressed, "could you tell us where you moved from?" 
She blushed even deeper. "Santa Ana, California," she said quickly. That explained the sweatshirt. 
"Oh, well welcome," Mrs. Brooks smiled at her, "take any seat you want." 
"Thanks," she said. Then she hurried down the aisle, just staring at her feet. Well it looked like she was embarrassed. She sat down in the open seat next to me without even looking my way, for some reason, that annoyed me. Then Mrs. Brooks continued her math lesson. I watched the girl the whole class, I had learned this already, and it was old news to me. She wasn't even paying attention; she was drawing in her notebook the whole time. I tried to see what she was drawing, but I couldn't see it clearly. Well. Since I was at the back of the class, I decided that if I used just a little bit of powers, it wouldn't hurt anything. So, under my breath, I whispered a small sight spell that would let me see her picture. But for some reason, I couldn't. I tried again, maybe I said the spell wrong, I mean, it's old French, I could get it wrong. But once again, it didn't work, I looked across the room at a girl taking notes, and