After telling Mrs. Fitz the police had soon arrived at the school to get Stacys story. She hated repeating herself over and over again she had already felt like her dad was going to murder her if he found out she told anyone, now the police were here talking to her. She told them the same thing she told Mrs. Fitz. Tears streamed her face each time she had pictured what had happened this morning. She was off in her own world thinking about how much she was in trouble, how she'd get punished, and how they wouldn't believe her, when officer Shay came in and kneed down by her.   Officer Shay had beautiful brown hair that was all the way down to her hips it was pulled into a high pony tail, she had a tough demeanor, although she was very nice to Stacy, she was very fit, and she was a victim officer. "Hey Stacy were going to the hospital ok? We have to run some testing and get you seen by a doctor okay?" She said trying to comfort her and make her feel safe.&

 Stacy looked at the blanket scattered on the floor, she wondered if maybe it was the wind, or maybe a rat, it couldn't have been her right. She focused in on being cold, and really wanting the blanket again she had to see if she was going crazy and she didn't have much time left. She thought really hard and it didn't move, she felt like she was going insane, once again shivering and looking at the blanket trying to take deep breaths and calm herself down, maybe that would help.... slowly the blanket began to rise off the floor and move towards her...OH HOLY COW WHAT THIS CAN'T BE TRUE NO WAY!!! No way no way was she a witch? No no no that stuff was not real at all right?!??!!!  Still the blanket now on her lap begged a differ it was on her lap after being over in the closet area in the room! Wow wow this was so cool and scary!  Pulling her out of her thoughts came a knock at the door, it must be dr Nichols act cool she thought to herself. If

 Stacy was enjoying spending time with her sister, grandparents and mother, she wondered if this is what love and family is supposed to feel like? They were all sitting around the kitchen dark wooden table, in red chairs eating dinner, and laughing. She just knew she felt safe even though she knew she would have to face her father sometime which made her blood boil, the next thing she knew she heard her glass infront of the kitchen stainless steel sink shatter and hit the bottom of the sink.  Dixie went to the sink and stared at the broken glass in confusion she wasn't sure what happened but quickly cleaned it up, she pulled out the dark brown cupboard slide out that had the black double trash can throwing the big glass shards into it then taking a small hand broom to the inside of the sink, and into a smaller dust pan, throwing it away. What had happened to the glass?  Stacy watched her mother cleaning up the glass, did she do that? Was her anger the

Stacy and her grandmother Diana spent the whole day at the book store, the found books about witches, fairies, werewolves, spell books, and even books about some other creatures Stacy had never heard about. It was time to do some research to figure out maybe what she was or how on earth she got power. Where she'd start would be in these books, she'd come back for more books if she needed to. She knew her mom and grandmother didn't mind her reading. Maybe she was a superhero she chucked.   When she got back home her grandmother had gotten her some lunch, and they sat down Diana read her some of the stories about witches and how they all were hung, and shun for having powers that no one knew how they got them. How people had believed that they were the devils work, people had feared them and that the unknown was scary to them. They read a story about how power was passed on by choosing the child that they thought was fit, that they thought could change the world for th

  Dixie's expression told it all, she was worried, she feared something and above all else she was concerned... Stacy didn't know what she was so worried about, but she knew she would soon enough learn whatever was going on. She sat on the couch beside Diana who was putting her very long hair into a pony tail, Stacy began fidgeting with her hands, needless to say she was nervous. Was it about earlier? Did she see her use magic? Did she do something wrong? That's the thing about being raised in a abusive house you never know when you did something they didn't like and would get punished for it even if you didn't do anything.   Dixie sighed and sat infront of them her face saddened "I got a phone call from the lawyers, and the officer that took you to the hospital you're father well he brought the attention to the judge that I do not have legal custody or full custody of you..." Dixie paused the tears began to fall from her eyes and all she could do was look down