CHAPTER TWO.

BECCA'S POV

I stood in front of the old house where we had come to a halt. It was a mansion made of antique bricks. Beautiful lawns lined up like ushers in front of the house, heading to the front entrance. It was significantly larger than our previous wooden home.

Looking about, I saw a short path that led to the back door. I ended up in a garden after following the route. When it leads

right into the woods, I couldn't call it a garden. Who knows what lurks beneath the surface?

“I see you've found the garden,” my mum said creeping up behind me.

“I won't call it a garden mom, looks like we need a fence around here”

“No, we don't. The forests are for practicing”

Right. I forgot I was a witch.

“C’mon, let's get inside” mum pulled me away from the garden into the house.

I felt a lot of familiarity with a place I'd never been as I walked into the house. I never wanted to leave because I felt at ease. It was a satisfying sensation. 

I looked around the house; the chandeliers were all perfectly aligned, and the living room, which was decorated in white and blue, looked more like a bar than a living room, horrible! I'm hoping my room isn't that color of blue. Before reaching my room which is the last room upstairs, I had hardly seen all of the rooms in the house.

It was blue! I was itching to get that color off the wall. Maybe I'll tackle it after school this weekend. It's Sunday, and classes will resume on Monday. 

I need to gather my belongings and get ready for tomorrow. I never have a problem starting a new school since I am good at making friends; after all, I am the queen bee at every school I attend. Because I never lose in my game, I smiled and headed downstairs.

My mother was sitting in the living room, her hands raised to the sky, as items flew around looking for a home. This was the kind of enchantment I'm used to seeing in movies. 

I never imagined it would happen in real life. I watched as she closed her eyes and chanted spells, and objects moved in response; it was both amazing and terrifying. She came to a halt a few minutes later and grinned at me.

"Let's get some food ready," she suggested as she made her way to the dining room. We prepared blueberry pancakes with oatmeal, which is my favorite meal.

 We sat down at the dining table when we finished cooking.

Everything was calm, and I had the impression that we were in the middle of nowhere, which we were. My mother coughed loudly, disturbing the silence and taking my attention away from my thoughts.

"Baby, I know things have been rocky between us, but trust me, I want this to work out, and who knows, we might end up calling this town our home." 

"I wish this would be our home too mum, I am tired of moving around, which is why I am pleading for you to be patient before getting a new boyfriend," I said seriously. 

She looked at me with surprise on her face, "of course baby, I will," she added after a few moments.

Instantly, I was terrified of this place; everything about it gave me the creeps, and I couldn't stand it.

I closed my window, pulled the curtains closed, and turned on the light. I'm not going to sleep in this creepy house in the dark. I took the pen knife my father gave me out of a box that housed one of my belongings.

This appears to be my best pal these days. Oh and speaking of best pals, I've never had one.

My mother does not like living in the same town as her lovers,so everytime they break up, we relocate.

I sighed when I thought about going to school the next day. 

I'm not sure how I'll be treated, but one thing is for certain: I must be the queen bee. I need to take over that position from whoever it belongs to; it's the only way I've been able to survive all the home difficulties I was facing.

I couldn't get any rest. I got out of bed and walked over to the mirror to sit. I was 5"9 tall and had a bikini physique that I had worked so hard for. 

I am aware that I am attractive. In the glass, I smiled and was enchanted by the dimples that marked my cheekbone. 

As my long straight hair dropped barely above my 26-inch waist, I moved to my side, catching a sight of my round booty. 

It was a stunning sight. It would be simple for me to make friends because I am attractive, seductive, and intelligent.

My milky skin screamed for it to be flaunted.

I went to bed minutes later, eager to be in a new school.