Coven's P.O.V

I'd hate to pop anyone's balloon, but I hate Lucky Charms more than I hate artificial grape. And yet, the box plastered with a creepy ass leprechaun is staring into my soul.

I looked through the fridge and ended up eating leftover chinese food from three days ago. It tasted great by the way. I love old, crunchy noodles that are for some reason soggy at the same time and half eaten dumplings.

Throwing the empty takeout box in the recycle, I shoved the box of Lucky Charms into the freezer. Then, I grabbed my backpack and quickly left the house. 

The crisp, autumn air greeted me as I stepped outside. The leaves were turning shades of orange and red while people were getting ready for Halloween. Two months beforehand.

The high school building was now directly in front of me, and I couldn't help but beg for another tornado to hit Kansas so I didn't have to put up with this shit.

My footsteps were silent as I climbed up the brick stairs that led into the common area for the students. People were talking with friends and actually being joyous.

I walked through the halls and students eyed me carefully, trying to get as far away from me as possible. A boy even threw himself at a locker, which almost made me crack a smile.

Once again, I opened the door to L2, but I was greeted with an empty classroom this time. Then again, the bell that signaled everyone to get to class rang in five minutes so my fellow classmates were probably participating in human interaction. 

Shrugging off my backpack, I took a seat and looked at my YouTube notifications as I waited for the bell to ring.

A few students lumbered into the classroom, but once they saw me they lumbered right out.

The bell rang, bursting my eardrums in the process, and the seniors that came into the classroom before were now shuffling in. I could feel their gazes on me, but I shrugged it off. I mean, I knew I was gorgeous but they don't have to stare. Just follow me on Instagram dumbasses.

Approximately five seconds before the bell telling class to start rang, the girl who formerly had a mustard yellow t-shirt on came rushing into class. My best buddy, seat neighbor was now wearing a coral and white striped tee.

She seated herself right next to me without acknowledging my presence. I watched as she immediately whipped her phone out and started texting briskly to someone. I pocketed my phone and took out the homework that I should've done at home, but I didn't really want to.

The teacher walked in briskly and took attendance, still stumbling over my name. Seems like fixing that criminal reputation of mine isn't going to be a goal that I'll complete soon.

I finished the 25 math questions that my asshat of a math teacher assigned us on the first day of school and forged my parent's signature on several class syllabuses. No way in the world was I going to ask them, I have barely spoken full sentences to them ever since I got back.

The bell rang and I got up from my chair. I crashed into the girl who sat next to me and watched as her back met the empty desk beside me. 

She pulled herself up and narrowed her eyes at me.

"Watch where you're going Navarro," she spat. I looked at her thoughfully. She knew who I was, but she wasn't scared, interesting.

"Watch where you're walking Cho," I retorted. That's right honey, I remembered your name. 

She merely glared at me and pushed me oh-so-hard and stormed off. I mimicked her voice in my head while the classroom emptied out and filled with Level B students that looked scared out of their minds once their eyes landed on me.

I made my way to science and watched as smiley West Virginia boy went to go sit next to a guy with darkish medium skin and scattered freckles. I smirked with delight. Nobody was sitting within a two person radius from me and I could finally be alone.

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I opened the fridge, looking inside expectantly but only a bottle of ketchup and a plate of sliced onions met my eyes. Sighing, I closed the fridge door and walked to the living room. Then, I walked right back to the refrigerator and opened the door again, hoping that food would magically appear in front of me.

It didn't by the way. Apparently, even though you're a goddess you can't make food appear.

Climbing up the stairs to my room, I rummaged through my drawers to find a bit of extra cash. I just survived a six hour living hell and I deserve to fress.

I found a ten dollar bill stuck to an old candy wrapper and shoved it into my hoodie's pocket. 

Walking out of the house, I dodged my neighbor's automatic sprinklers and ducked under a willow tree's low branches. I stepped over some dog poop that a piece of shit was to lazy to pick up and avoided my cheery neighbor. Despite the fact that I was a notorious criminal, she still wanted to spend every second of the day talking to me. And only me.

I traversed into the supermarket with the green and white striped overhang and looked at the variety of food that was on display.

I looked away from nearby shoppers and stealthily dodged human interaction while taking a bright red apple from a woven basket. I snatched a bag of organic jalapeno chips off a shelf and took a bottle of iced tea from the dairy section and made my way to the cash register.

A cashier with auburn hair and deep, brown eyes came over to the counter after writing something on their mini chalkboard. She clapped her hands together and white dust soon floated in the air. If I didn't see her do the motion I would've thought she was carelessly snorting cocaine. 

She looked up, letting her brown eyes meet my blue ones and her pupils visibly widened. A small, nervous smile reached her face as she took my items and scanned them. She watched the cash register intensly when she told me my total. 

"$8.37," she mumbled in a high-pitched tone.

I handed over the still slightly sticky $10 bill, but she didn't seem to mind. She fumbled with the change and when she handed it back to me, her eyes still looked downward.

I stuffed the money into my pocket and took my items from the surface while stepping out of the store. 

Wandering into town, I broke away from the streets and the stores and started treking off a dirt trail that was hidden behind a small bakery with a pink and white color scheme. The building was currently unoccupied at the moment so nobody spotted me as I broke apart from civilization.

Oklahoma wan't very mountainous. There were no bigs hills like in San Francisco and no rocky paths like the ones you'd come across in the Sierra Nevadas. For the most part, it was just plain, flat grassland with more than a couple of trees.

Nobody in surrounding towns bothered these trees or the wildlife. People were fine with the size of their town, and nobody moved here anyways so no new houses needed to be built. The trees skimmed the sky, giving us sublime sunsets and sometimes, if you were close and quiet enough, you could her the melodies of crickets.

I pulled myself up onto a tree with branches thick enough to hold my weight. I brushed off excess leaves and watched as they fell onto the forest floor. Leaning against the bark, I bit into the apple that I stuffed into my sizable hoodie pocket.

After finishing off the juicy fruit, I peered at the sky that was masked away by the branches and growing leaves. The sky was painted with shades of blue, hues of purple, several colors of pink, and red and orange were stroked across the almost fabricated looking sky.

I opened the bag of chips and crunched on them slowly. The leaves rustled with the slight breeze and two squirrels were running up the tree across from mine.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar sound reached my ears. Leaves were crunching underneath one's feet and branches cracked along with them.

I narrowed my eyes, looking down at the forest floor. Who has found that secret passageway as well?

I observed the ground and a head of dirty blonde hair inched into my sight the second time this week.

Author's Note

Another chapter is finished! Pre writing chaoters while I'm still inspired. Hopefully it doesn't affect my quality.

Anyways, who do you think that person is? Also, what do you think of Coven so far?

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