A/N: Too many people both on ff.net and within my circle of off line
readers have complained that my stories are too dark. Well, I like writing
more actiony like stories, or at least ones that keep me occupied. So, for
all you people that agree that my stories are too violent (or whatever),
here's a story just for you..It' one of those "Once upon a time" and "They
lived happily ever after" type stories. It's happy. and cheerful.. And
cute. I hope. So, please let me know what you think so I can right more
because I think I'm going to have fun with this story.. Okay, so..here it
"Did it ever occur to you that I don't want to be a witch? I mean,
you've always told me that I had the 'gift', as you seem to call it, but
did you ever stop to think that I don't want it? Okay, fine, I can levitate
things. Okay, I can cast spells. Yeah, I am pretty good, but that doesn't
mean that I want to go to Portland Oregon to refine it! I start my senior
year in one week, that's it. I'm going to graduate with my friends and then
go start a life for myself." Amaya stood up and ran her hands through her
"Sweety, your mother and I just don't think Detroit is the place for a
"I don't care, I'm not leaving!"
""Don't raise your voice with us, young lady."
Amaya wanted to throw a temper-tantrum. This wasn't fair, this was her
senior year and it wasn't like she was going to college or anything.
Storming off to her room, she began to pack her bags. Within the hour she
had packed two duffel bags full of clothes and another full of her personal
items. Looking around her room, it was empty of all things that proved she
had lived there. With a solemn promise to herself, she vowed she would
never step in this room again.
The next few days went by slowly until her parents finally took her to
the train station.
"Here's your ticket, Sweety," her dad said as he gave her a packet.
"We'll come visit once you are settled." He gave her a hug, in which she
didn't respond, and took a step back.
Her mother cried and waved as she climbed into the train car.
Amaya didn't look back as she found her seat and the train began to
move. She would have noticed the scenery changing if it wasn't for the fact
that her mind was still fuming. What right did her parents have to send her
away like this? She didn't want to touch up her skills and learn new ones.
She had been given the Masters Book of Spells and Potions I and II when she
had turned sixteen, over the passed two years she'd learned just about
everything she'd ever wanted need. If it didn't then she knew a few places
she could find what she desired.
Amaya zoned out quickly, listening to her CD player and watching the
mountains go by. Over the next couple hours she'd get people that would sit
next to her and they might have a short talk, but then they'd get off and
she'd be all by herself again. Actually, she didn't mind. She liked being
by herself. She was one of those people who knew what they wanted and did
whatever they wanted because of it. She was also fiercely independent. Her
mom had started working when Amaya had turned nine and she had been making
her own lunches and most dinners at that time, too. She never had a reason
to keep her parents around. They didn't further her any. She had bought all
her clothes or made them. She had gotten a job when she was fourteen and
had been saving ever since. Most kids laughed when she told them that she
was saving up for a house instead of a car or for college, but she knew
that for the lifestyle that she had planned for herself a house would come
in handy. So far she had saved up seventeen thousands dollars. Next year,
she'd buy that small little house and from there she'd live happily, all by
herself, until she felt compelled to move again.
A grin touched her face as she thought of her cozy house with a dog and
her paintings. She would have some friends like she did now, but they would
be few, yet close, and that would be all she needed. Eventually she'd
probably get herself a husband and she'd play the obedient wife because she
had more traditional ideas in that respect. She would stay home and raise
kids while her husband, that she'd have to be in love with or the idea of
marriage was out of the picture, went out and worked.
Okay, so maybe she was a little young to be thinking about such things,
but all she had ever wanted to live was a simple life and be happy. Being a
witch didn't really fit in the plans, but she'd deal with it. At eighteen,
she had accomplished what she wanted in life and she'd continue leading her
life as she pleased just like she'd done for the past nine years.
Amaya had just gotten through resigning to the fact that she was
going to Portland when her heart stopped. The train was pulling into a
train station and she saw her whole life before her. This was the most
beautiful place she had ever seen: a small town nestled in the valley of
multiple mountains with a serene, local quality. Hurrying, she got off the
train in Lily's Corner, Montana.