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"The Strange Power"
Chapter 1
You don't invite the local witch to parties. No matter how beautiful she is. That was the basic problem.
I don't care, Kaitlyn thought.
I don't need anyone.She was sitting in history class, listening to Marcy Huang and Pam Sasseen plan a party for that weekend. She couldn't help but hear them: Mr. Flynn's gentle, apologetic voice was no competition for their excited whispers. Kait was listening, pretending not to listen, and fiercely wishing she could get away. She couldn't, so she doodled on the blue-lined page of her history notebook.
She was full of contradictory feelings. She hated Pam and Marcy and wanted them to die, or at least to have some gory accident that left them utterly broken and defeated and miserable. At the same time there was a terrible longing inside her. If they would only let her
in--it wasn't as if she insisted on being the most popular, the most admired, girl at school. She'd settle for a place in the group that was securely her own. They could shake their heads and say, "Oh, that Kaitlyn--she's odd, but what would we do without her?" And that would be fine, as long as she was a
part. But it wouldn't happen, ever. Marcy would never think of inviting Kaitlyn to her party because she wouldn't think of doing something that had never been done before. No one ever invited the witch; no one thought that Kaitlyn, the lovely, spooky girl with the strange eyes, would
want to go.
And I don't care, Kaitlyn thought, her reflections coming around in full circle. This is my last year. One semester to go. After that, I'm out of highschool and I hope I never see anyone from this place again.
But that was the other problem, of course. In a little town like Thoroughfare she was bound to see them, and their parents, everyday for the next year. And the year after that, and the year after that...
There was no escape. If she could have gone away to college, it might have been different. But she'd screwed up her art scholarship...and anyway, there was her father. He needed her--and there wasn't any money. Dad needed her. It was junior college or nothing.
The years stretched out in front of Kaitlyn, bleak as the Ohio winter outside the window, filled with endless cold classrooms. Endless sitting and listening to girls planning parties that she wasn't invited to. Endless exclusion. Endless aching and wishing that she
were a witch so she could put the most hideous, painful, debilitating curse on all of them.
All the while she was thinking, she was doodling. Or rather, her hand was doodling--her brain didn't seem to be involved at all. Now she looked down and for the first time saw what she'd drawn.
A spiderweb.
But what was strange was what was
underneath the web, so close it was almost touching. A pair of eyes.
Wide, round, heavy-lashed eyes. Bambi eyes. The eyes of a child.
As Kaitlyn stared at it, she suddenly felt dizzy, as if she were falling. As if the picture were opening to let her in. It was a horrible sensation--and a familiar one. It happened every time she drew one of
those pictures, the kind that they called her a with for.
The kind that came true.~~~
This isn't the end of chapter one. Continuation will be posted tomorrow. ^^
