Prologue
So have you ever had one of those days where you don't want to get out of bed?
I have. One too many times if you ask me but life goes on and there's nothing you can do about it.
So here I am, laying in bed, not wanting to get up for a new school and to meet new people. For halls filled with teenagers with teenage problems and that's what bothers me. I don't worry about the petty problems of your average high schooler but instead I worry about my secret.
About me being a witch,
About how one day I'll slip up and something bad will happen.

My Dad has no idea about my dirty little secret or the supernatural world. He worries about the daily problems of your average cop.
My mom, on the other hand, was like me, she taught me the craft, all the ups and downs. And the dangers of what could happen if the hunters found out.

That's what happened to my mom she was found and killed. Or that's what I think, she was killed in an car 'accident' last year.
I miss her. I really do but I know she wants me to live my life to the fullest. And wants me to be safe and not use magic carelessly.
I've always been good at hiding magic so I know that keeping my secret will be no problem.

Or so I thought.