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The Tale of the Witch's Diary Part 2
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 Created on 6-2-08
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Jess climbed into the limousine, with her initials and birthday on the license plate, out of habit. But it wasn’t that easy for Purse, who had flown across the ocean in a luxurious private jet, but couldn’t get into the enclosed much smaller stretched limo. She did, eventually, though, get into the limo, after much coaxing from Jess. Kevin met them at Jess’s house, made sure she was ok, thanked Purse, and invited them to dinner at his house. When Purse asked him what kind of clothes to wear, he laughed and said, “Jess knows.” He left shortly, to prepare supper, Purse thought, to give them time to shop, Jess knew. When they arrived at Kevin’s house, they were wearing dresses that were the same style but different colors. They did the same with everything they were wearing; same style, different color. They arrived in Jess’s convertible. Kevin was wearing a pair of jeans and a semi-formal shirt. Jess just smiled and Purse didn’t want to be rude by asking questions, such as, “What the h*ll?!! Why are his clothes so casual if we look like we’re going to some grand ball?” They talked a few minutes, then sat at his dining room table. They talked Kevin looking uncomfortable the whole time. It was silent for a moment, just long enough to be more than a little bit awkward. Then, Kevin said, slowly, “I have something to tell you… about your parents’… bidding. The stuff you didn’t stay here long enough to discuss.” Jess blushed with guilt until she realized that the words weren’t venomous just said to appear so. He was trying to cover his concern. But Purse didn’t see that; she just saw that he was trying to insult Jess. She covered her glare as well as she could; only Jess noticed but didn’t comment on it. He continued, much kinder sounding than before, sounding business-like, “You’ve been left in the care of someone named Persephone, no surname. Do you know her?” Jess slowly turned her head to stare at Purse, her new guardian. It took him a while, but after a moment Kevin understood. Jess smiled, through her confusion. Purse was her guardian! One of Jess’s few friends. So what if she was just a few years older than her in one way, a few hundred another way. Purse’s eyes grew wide and went back to their normal size. She glared at Kevin, openly. “Do you plan on telling her the rest?” she said, her voice somewhat mean, very piercing. Jess looked back and forth between Purse and Kevin, feeling like she should know what they were talking about, feeling like a child. “Later. Alone,” he said, quietly. Jess wasn’t sure what to think about the emphasis on “alone”. They ate silently for the rest of the meal which gave them each a chance to think their own thoughts. Jess thought about her guardian and the secret; Kevin about how to tell Jess; Purse about any random thing that popped into her head, from their conversation, to the diary, to omelets, hatred of all enclosed motor vehicles. Kevin and Jess walked into Kevin’s garden and sat on a bench at the top of a hill. He had a water fountain at the foot of the hill that shot water eye level of someone standing in front of the bench. They could see city lights, shimmering water, green plants, colorful flowers, and, if it had been daytime, the famous white Beverly Hills sign. And he did what she least expected: he kissed her cheek and held both of her hands. He tried to smile but couldn’t. She smiled at him. “Your parents… uh… you… uh… are… uh… I am… uh… They… uh,” he tried to say. “Excellent speech, Kevin,” she said. “Your parents want us… to get married. When you turned 18.” “What? A… An arranged marriage? No they wouldn’t ever. No matter what. They wouldn’t ever. He’s lying!” She was angry at Kevin for telling her the truth. She yelled at him stuff about being a liar, him hating her parents, and curses every other word. She ran off with Purse, trying to calm her down. The next day at 5:30 in the morning, Purse woke up Jess and told her the schedule for the day. Jess would get 4 half hours throughout the day, to eat and rest. The rest of the day she would be practicing magic. While she was on her half hour lunch break, a bouquet of flowers was delivered to her from Kevin. She threw them away. She went back to trying to channel the magic in a steady into her and out of her like she’d been doing all morning, which was tiring but not the least bit boring, in fact it was invigorating. But now it hurt, like the magic hated her. She stopped trying but it didn’t stop. “Purse!!!!!!!” she shouted over and over, every time louder and more pained and eventually became a wordless shriek. It felt like each and every tiny blood cell in her body had turned against her, tried to kill her. Purse ran into the room, mumbled some words which stopped it for a moment. But it came back. Jess stopped screaming, stopped trying to stop the flow, let all her anger flow out of her with the “angry magic”. Purse hugged her and made sure that she was okay. She took a charm from around her own neck and put it around Jess’s. “This will protect you. But you can’t be mad or upset or feeling major negative emotions or even this won’t be able to help. Nom go rest for a while but you must go back to channeling, okay?” Jess nodded still shaken up by the feelings magic can produce throughout you. She felt like she was bungee jumping before, then it felt like bungee jumping without the bungee. Jess fell asleep on the couch at 3:00 a. m. after all that tiring work, too tired to carry herself upstairs to her own bed. The next morning she woke up with an idea: if she can channel magic through herself, shouldn’t she be able to channel the magic through objects too? When Purse walked into the living room the next morning, Jess was eating an apple… without using her hands. “You’re a natural. It took me forever before I figured out how to do that.” Jess smiled with pride, “But I wouldn’t have figured it out if it wasn’t for you.” They both smiled. “How ‘bout some breakfast?” Purse asked. “No thanks. I already ate. I made you some too.” They both walked into the kitchen. Jess asked while she pulled out the orange juice for both of them, “What will we be learning today?” Purse said, “I’m not teaching you anything. You get to read. What I want you to do is read the rest of the diary and tell me happens, okay?” Jess agreed and read the rest of the diary. But what she read wasn’t what she expected to find out about her guardian, not what she wanted to know about Persephone.
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