Chapter #2Wicked by: Rita   "Pete, I'm a witch!" read Emily's text. Pete understood that his sister's sense of humor was a little random but this was just confusing. She would sometimes send him crazy messages just to see his reaction. She loved to watch him freak out over these things. One time Emily told Pete that she was pregnant and ran away. In reality, though, she was just visiting a friends house for the weekend, but that didn't stop Pete from worrying for 3 days straight. After many more of these instances, Pete has learned the best way to cope with his teasing sister is to play along with her dumb games.
"I always knew it. You seem like a huge witch." Pete responded, hoping that it would shut her up.
"I'm being serious. Get home as soon as you can," She texted back.I guess she's sticking with the whole witch thing, Pete rolled his eyes and continued to walk the same pace towards his house, seeing no real rush to get there.
"I'm in the dining room!" Pete heard Emily yell as he walked inside his house. After getting unpacked, he enteredthe dining room and was greeted with his sister sitting on the table, looking as devious as usual.
"Took your time getting here," She complained, Emily not exactly being someone known for her patience.
"Well," Pete thought of something witty to respond with, "If you really are a witch, why didn't you just magically transport me here?"
"Well first of all," Emily prepared to list all the ways Pete was wrong, "I am a witch. Let's get that straight. Secondly, I can't just do whatever I want with magic, there are certain spells for every situation and I barely know any of them. And lastly, even if I did know a teleportation spell, why the hell would I use it on a dork like you?"
"I wouldn't know, I'm not a witch," Pete shrugged, getting tired of his sister's little game but decided to play along a little bit longer. He wondered how much thought she actually put into this whole charade. "So..." Pete thought, trying to come up with a hard question that would make her break character, "How long have you been a witch?"
"Well that's a tricky question," Emily said, almost in a patronizing way, "Since every woman on the planet has the possibility of being a witch, but only an extremely small amount of them know about it. Do you remember when I got that letter accepting me to veterinary school?"
"Yeah?" Pete raised an eyebrow, wondering where she was going with this.
"Well veterinary school was just a lie I came up with to tell you and mom," Emily said, proud of her deceit, "It was actually a letter from Morgan's School for Witchcraft. The letter had told me I had been watched for a long time and they were impressed by my natural energy. They said that even without training, I already had more power than most of the teachers there!"
"Emily, that like two years ago," Pete said, thinking that he found a hole her story, "Why are you telling me this know?"
"Well doofus, it's still a college," Emily expalined, "Even though the school teaches girls the deadly art of magic, I still had to do prerequisites. While all my new friends were learning spells and curses, I was still proving that I can write an essay or do simple calculus."
"Calculus?" Pete asked incredulously.
"It's a type of math, Pete,"
"I know what calculus is!" Pete said, getting frustrated at his sister's persistence on this prank , "Why the hell would witches need to know calculus?"
"You don't think turning men into frogs takes a little bit of math?" Emily laughed, "You got to put more thought into this kind of stuff Pete. Anyways, I'm telling you this now because I just learned how to do basic spells!"
"Congrats," Pete said apathetically, "I'm gonna go to my room now,"
"There's a reason why I'm telling you all this, Pete" Emily said, grabbing Pete's shoulder stopping him in his tracks, "Could you please help me practice?"
"Practice your magic?" Pete asked, wondering why he sister hasn't given up on this already.
"Well you see," Emily explained, "Everyone other student in my school has something we like to call dolls. Dolls are someone close to witches that they can test new spells, curses, or enchantments on. I want you to be my doll."
"Sounds like I wouldn't get much out of that deal,"
"Not really, no. But you would be helping me out a lot and I would really appreciate it," A sly grin appeared on Emily's face, "Besides, do you really want to be on my bad side when I'm one of the most powerful witches in the world?"
"Dude," Pete said, fed up with his sister's bull, "If I agree to do this, will you leave me alone?"
"Until I need to practice a different spell, yes,"
"Then fine," Pete gave up, and sat down in one the dining room chairs, "Work your magic, Emily."
"Yay!" Emily cheered, as she hugged her little brother in excitement, "Thank you so much. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Now lets see what spell I should practice." And with that, Emily pulled out a very large purple book that had been out of Pete's eyesight. Jeez, she really went all out for the props on this one Pete thought, as he noticed the gigantic book had complicated black symbols and drawings on the cover. Any words on the book were unlike any written language that Pete had ever seen. Pete looked up to see his sister running her finger down page after page, searching for the perfect spell to test on him. Pete had never seen his sister put this much effort into pranking him before. It was almost as admirable as it was ridiculous. "Aha!" Emily triumphantly yelled, "This one is perfect, it's called the... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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