Spell Bound

  “I’m not quite sure I believe it all. I mean, my daughter is a witch? What kind of sense does that make?” My mother questioned.

  “I was wondering the same, except, how are you just finding all this out now?” my father chimed in.

  “Well, I…I can show you,” I stammered.

  My parents looked at each other, and then back at me. I guess that means go for it.

  I lifted my right hand and whispered a spell. Dugarti Fouriti. And with that a bundle of flowers appeared in my hands. I handed them to my mom saying that they were for her. For a moment she just sat there, bewildered and utterly shocked. Then slowly and gently, she raised her arm to receive the gift I offered her just moments before.

  “Wow,” that was all that escaped my parent’s mouths.

  We sat there in the most awkward silence I have ever experienced. Like seriously, it was bad.

  I finally broke the silence with a “So…..”, but it really did nothing to start a conversation. And then we were back to that awkward silence. Yay.

  “Well, if you can do that, why couldn’t you even do the dishes before?” We all erupted into laughter. Ah, my dad’s sarcasm saving the day once again.

  “Well now all that’s left are those grades,” said my mom.

  “Come on she can just put a spell on her teachers to make them give her good grades,” stated my dad.

  “Well, I’m not sure it would work like that,” I said. “But, I’ll figure it out.”

  I was just glad to be home.