It was morning, I knew because of the little light that peeked through underneath my heavy black curtains. Soon my alarm clock would go off, telling me to get a shower, get dressed and ready for school. I didn't want to go to school and I was thinking about not going today, I didn't care for the hassle. But maybe today would be different. Maybe today I wouldn't have to make a lame excuse for being late to class, or for skipping class, or for not going at all. Maybe today I wouldn't get attacked on the way to school, forcing me to run home and find something to wear that isn't covered in blood. Maybe today all the demons would take a break at trying to kill me and steal my powers of molecular immobilization and combustion, which is just a big complicated word for being able to freeze things and blow stuff up.

I wasn't the only one. My group of friends were all gifted with some ability or another. Shauna has telekinesis which is to move objects with her mind that she can see and she also is starting to move things she can't see which is called psychokinesis; Beth has premonitions and she can do this awesome mind shock thing that stuns most warlocks, Roman can conjure and manipulate fire which is a beautiful thing and Dex can conjure anything he thinks of. For example, if he thinks car then there is car right in front of him.

Those are my friends, the magikal ones. But other people in our families has abilities, my mom is clairvoyant and my sister can levitate on a good day, i think Beth's mom can talk to animals and Roman's grandpa can make sparks. It isn't any major power like ours but the connection is there.

I got out of bed went into the bathroom to get my shower out of the way before the rest of my family got up. My family consists of me, my younger sister Rosalie and my mom, who was both loving mother and high priestess. I couldn't stand how my mother could sit up on her high horse and preach about using our magic to help others and guide people, when I was the one running back home to find a vanquishing spell or mix a potion so that I could walk to school or to my friends houses safely.

After I finished my shower, I got dressed and brushed my teeth and went down to the kitchen to eat breakfast. I found my mother at the cauldron mixing one of her foul smelling drinks she drank every morning to make her beautiful. I tried tell her magic isn't supposed to be used for personal gain, but she doesn't care. Grams taught me everything I know, but she passed away a couple months ago and know I'm stuck with my mother the vanity queen and my sister, Madame Zorina, who sells tarot card readings at the mall.

I went to the fridge to grab a potion I mixed last night for this warlock that had been following me. "Hunny, what are you going to do with that?" my mother asked me with a smile.

I looked at the small vial in my hand, the red liquid inside giving off a foul smell. "Mom it's for a warlock that had been following me, I told you about this last night when I was making the potion." I replied. She is so thick.

"Wouldn't it be better if you would just talk to this warlock and see what he wants before killing him." She asked as she stirred her concoction.

I sighed, she always asked me to talk with the demon or warlock and after the hundredth time of them popping into our house unexpectedly and throwing fire balls around I thought she would have learned that you can't talk to them. I didn't replay to her and I don't think she cared much.

I picked up my coat, which is old and still has remnants of my latest vanquish on it. I put it on and waved good bye to my sister on the way out the door. I stopped bringing my books home from school because of all the fines I had to pay to get them repaired or replaced after being attacked. I walked down the street my hand in my pockets, holding tightly onto the vanquishing potion.

The main street was the chosen path for todays walk. The cars were loud and people just hustled by not caring what was happening around them. I looked at my watch and the time must had been off because it read 7:50; I only had ten minutes to get to school. I don't usually take short cuts through alleys because the risk of being ambushed, but of course I had to be stupid and take the short cut. So I turned and headed down the alleyway, the stone high rises on either side made it darker than it should have been but I wasn't afraid.

I was ready.