Brittany Geragotelis - Life's a Witch

“Yes you do. Trust your instincts, Hadley, and you’ll be just fine.”

“I can’t do this alone, Mom,” I said, hating to admit I wasn’t fully capable of handling any situation that came my way. But in this case, I was terrified at what she was suggesting. I wasn’t sure I could be the one everyone was counting on. Hell, if I could barely even get out of bed, how was I supposed to save anyone from an ancient, evil witch coven?

“You can do this, Hadley. In fact, you’re the only one who can do this. And you won’t be alone. You’ll have the power of your ancestors behind you,” she said.

It was hard for me to believe that I was our coven’s only hope. That I was somehow strong enough to do what our parents couldn’t. I mean, sure, I could convince my friends and classmates to do what I wanted, but when it came to outsmarting deranged witches and stopping their mission of total witch-world domination, how was I supposed to be anything but a well-dressed teenager who was uniquely skilled in the art of persuasion?

Could I be more than that? Was I more than that?

“What am I supposed to do?” I asked, my voice shaky. I still wasn’t sure that what my mom was saying was true, but since this might be the last time I talked to her, I wasn’t going to argue. I’d done that enough when she was alive and look where it got me.

“First, you need to get the coven out of town. Somewhere the Parrishables won’t be able to find you. Our summer cabin, maybe? It’s plenty big for all of you and no one but us knows about it. Then you need to take over training. They’re going to be resistant at first, but you have to convince them that they need to get prepared. If not, you’ll all be in danger.”

I nodded, recognizing how surreal this conversation was, but agreeing nonetheless. “And then what?”

“Then you wait for them to find you, and you fight like hell.”

A knock pulled me from my dream and I shot up in bed, reaching out for my mom, who was no longer there. I looked over at my door for some sort of evidence that it hadn’t actually been a dream, but saw that I still had on the same clothes from earlier and realized the truth.

She was really gone.

The loss began to hit me in waves, slow and dull at first, and then increasing to an almost crippling pain that grew from my chest up to my throat and finally to my eyes. Just as I was about to let my grief brim over, there was another knock at my door.

Go away!

I wanted to scream at whoever was on the other side, but I collapsed back onto the bed and buried my head under my pillow instead. My guest must have taken my silence as an invitation to come in though, and I heard the muffled sound of the knob turning and the squeak of the door swinging open.

Oh, for the love of…

“Hadley?” It was Jasmine. “We need to talk about what happened.”

It was getting hard to breathe with my face pressed into my sheets, but I didn’t want to turn around and look Jasmine in the eyes. I just wanted to be left alone with the memories of my mom. I could tell she was waiting for me to say something though, so I sighed in frustration before answering.

“Don’t you get it, Jasmine? We’re on our own now,” I said. “What’s there to talk about?”

The room grew silent and for a few seconds I thought I’d succeeded in driving her away too. I was wrong. Before I could react, the pillow was ripped away from my head and hit the wall opposite us. I jerked around to shout at Jasmine but stopped when I saw her face. “Stop being such a witch and snap out of it already,” she growled.

Her usual indifference to everything and everyone had turned into a laser-like focus I hadn’t seen before. For the first time, I saw what most people outside of our coven probably saw: Jasmine looked scary. Like crazy scary. Her black hair shot up in all different directions and her eyes were fiery. She adjusted her stance like she was about to attack and I couldn’t help but back up on my bed.

I opened my mouth to speak, but she wasn’t done yet.

“Look, I know you’re used to being little miss Teen Queen and that your witch duties usually come in second place, but you seriously need to rearrange your priorities,” she said. “We let you come and go before, because it didn’t really affect us, but now it does. And I have no idea why, but you are more powerful than any of us. So we need you to step your homecoming-court, rah-rah ass up to the plate and start swinging.”

Something inside me clicked. Commanding crowds at school came so easily to me, and it shouldn’t be any different with this particular group of twitches. Hadn’t my mom basically said this to me in my dream? That I needed to take control of the situation?

In my heart, I knew she was right. I was stronger than the others, and given my natural abilities, I was likely the only one who could lead this group. But how could I possibly do that when I felt seconds away from falling apart?

Jasmine relaxed a little as she watched me process what she’d said. When I didn’t respond, she took her time walking away. She placed her hand on the door, but instead of leaving she looked back at me. I could tell the fight that had been in her was now gone.

“I know this sucks—it’s hard on all of us. And you’re not the only one whose parents are gone. But bottom line, we really need everyone to rally now, including you.”

Jasmine walked out of the room without a backward glance, closing the door behind her. I blinked back my tears and stood up, walking slowly over to my bathroom. Inside, I splashed water on my face and paused to study myself in the mirror. Only this time it wasn’t for beauty reasons. I was trying to see what the others saw in me.

My mom had said I was their only hope.

“Well, I guess we’re about to find out,” I said out loud.

Before doing anything else, I tried to get ahold of my dad again since he still hadn’t called me back. On the one hand, I wanted to know that he was okay and hear him tell me that I would be okay too. But at the same time, I dreaded having to tell him what had happened to Mom. How do you tell someone that the love of his life won’t be coming home? I almost threw up just thinking about it.

The call went to voice mail and my worries turned from breaking the news to Dad to dealing with the fact that he might be in trouble too. As I dialed the number to the hotel he was staying at, I started to wonder if I was really ready to know the truth. Someone answered and I nearly froze, unsure of what I was supposed to say next.

“This is the Meadowland Hotel; my name is Darcey. How may I assist you today?” a woman asked. She sounded nice. Like she really wanted to help.

Can you tell me if my dad’s still alive?

“Hi. I need to be connected to the room of Drew Bishop,” I said instead, pacing around my room. “He should be a guest there?”

There was a pause as Darcey clicked away on her computer keys. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but Drew Bishop is not staying with us right now.”

The blood drained from my face. “But he was supposed to be there,” I said, helplessly.

“I do have a record of his reservation, but it appears he never checked in,” Darcey said. “Could he have made alternate arrangements and forgotten to cancel these?”

“No,” I said, defeated.

“I’m sorry about that, sweetheart,” Darcey said. Then she paused uncomfortably before saying, “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

Sure. Can you fix my life that’s currently imploding, Darcey?

“Um, can you tell him to call home if he does get there?” I asked.