Secrets by Naomi

“Are you sure you want to do this Caramella?!” screamed Lilibeth with fear.

“Ohh, yes I’m quite sure,” said Caramella with a victorious smirk.

“This wasn’t supposed to be, it wasn’t foretold.” Lilibeth screamed again as light smothered her silhouette.

“Oh, I often defy fate, don’t ya know?” said Caramella as she released light from her fingers that encompassed Lilibeth until there was a bright flash of light and she disappeared.

“As they say, see you in the next life.” said Caramella evilly, her bright blonde hair blowing in the wind as she turned on her heel and walked away from the dimly lit dock.

 

The people of Wholetown were good, kind, and tidy people. It was the perfect neighbourhood. Every family was perfect, every lawn, not a blade of grass out of place, even the teenagers were tidy, non-rebellious, and well, perfect. It was the perfect place to live. Life, well, it was just perfect. Well, not for everyone. The exception was a thirteen- year-old girl. Beatrice Greenheart, she was rebellious in every way. She dyed her hair black and green, listened to edgy rock music, and was always, always rude. She was not perfect.

“Mum, I told you don’t buy me clothes, and especially not DRESSES!” screamed Beatrice stomping down the stairs.

“Oh come on honey, it’s just for the school party, you’ll look really pretty in it. Look how cute it is.” pleaded her mother, holding up a light green halter dress.

“Oh yeah, so cute, if I wanted to look like a booger!” said Beatrice sarcastically.

“Oh, you know what honey, if you want to look like a hooligan well then go ahead, don’t mind me trying to protect your reputation!” yelled her mother flustered.

Beatrice was used to this, her mother was always trying to “dehooliganise” as her mother put it. At least once a week. Beatrice walked upstairs smiling to herself, she loved stirring the pot with her mother. It was too easy. But as she got to her bedroom door there was an odd sticky note attached to her keep out sign.

She peeled the note of her door and it said,

You’ve captured our attention

Do you find life boring?

Want to know a secret?

Want an adventure?

Hollow Forest at 12am, if you’re game

But, DON’T TELL ANYONE!!

She was thoroughly confused.

Who could have sent that note? What adventure? Secret? Why not tell anyone? But her adventurous side hijacked her reasoning brain and decided for her that she was going. But who, or what, was there?

 

“No mum, I’m fine, no, I don’t need any milk, no you don’t need to come in and tuck me in. Mum! I’m thirteen, get real! Yes, okay, yes I will, okay, Okay OKAY! Good night mum. YES, I STILL HATE THE DRESS. GOODNIGHT!!!”

Later that night after the daily ritual of mother night hassling, Beatrice waited for the time to come when it would all change. But she didn’t know how much it would all change.

Beatrice was dressed in all black so no one would see her. Not that that was hard though, she didn’t own any colour, just good old, mother shocking, black. She ran into the woods but didn’t go too far in. She wasn’t stupid, if there was a dangerous, crazy person instead of adventure, she could still get away. She was early so as she waited on the outskirts of the forest so she could hear the town’s clock tower bonging twelve o’clock. As she looked around for her mysterious secret holder she could only see blackness, until she noticed the silhouette of a cloaked figure.

The cloaked figure was approaching her, getting closer, and closer, until she could make out the face of an older middle-aged lady, with blonde greying hair. She had a peculiar smile on her face, almost malicious, but not quite, almost the way a cartoon shark looks at his prey before dinner time.

“Who are you?” asked Beatrice.

“Who, me, I’m Caramella Burnlight, and I’m a witch, and so are you.” she said.

“Wait what, ohh okay lady, have you ever heard of a thing called a psychiatrist?” asked Beatrice slowly backing away.

“Oh, you think I’m kidding sweetie, well can’t say I blame you, I did exactly that too when I was your age however long ago that was.” said Caramella obviously amused.

“Yeah, I think I’ll go now,” said Beatrice.

“Oh no you won’t, now you have to see for yourself.” said Caramella.

Caramella snapped her fingers and in an instant there was no one on the outskirts of hollow forest.

 

Within the blink of an eye they appeared in an odd room. The furniture was really weird, kind of like futuristic art deco style and the walls were white, but  unlike a normal room, the walls seemed to be made out of plastic, like the kind milk containers are made out of.

“Welcome to the witch’s dimension, outside of those doors has a whole new meaning of weird.” said Caramella gesturing to a set of oversized oak doors, that completely strayed from the rest of the room’s style.

“What, um, I’m a what did you say?” Asked Beatrice, shocked, perplexed, and a little nervously.

“A witch,” said Caramella encouragingly.

“So why isn’t my mum?” asked Beatrice accusatory.

“Well, witches aren’t blood relatives, they’re more spirit relatives. You had a particular, rare personality that makes you a witch.”

“Had a particular personality? Not have?” asked Beatrice suspiciously.

“Oh sorry dear, just incorrect grammar, you know.” said Caramella. “Anyways, and because new witches are so rare as soon as I noticed you I came in and took you to a safe place.”

“Safe place? Is there danger?”

“Well, some witches are evil, and they take other witches’ powers, and when a witch’s power is taken, they die. It happened to my dear friend, Lilly.” Caramella said, having no mal-intent in her voice, but her eyes looking impatient and betraying her.

“So can I do, like, witchy magical things? I dunno like riding a broom or making witches brew with foot of dog and disgusting stuff like that?” said Beatrice, starting to get excited.

“Well honey, we don’t actually do most of those things people say about us, they’re really just nasty rumours. We do have magic though, want to see?” said Caramella with evil delight in her eyes.

“Okay, but I best be getting home soon.” said Beatrice, sensing something was up.

“Oh, but the party’s only just begun!” Cackled Caramella just like the wicked witch of the west, her eyes glistening with evil.

A bright light was released from her fingers and Beatrice screamed “You are an evil power taking witch!”

“Bingo baby.” smirked Caramella.

“Argh!” Beatrice screamed as she met the same horrible fate as Lillibeth and many others had before her.

Caramella clicked away, once again feeling satisfied with herself. Another rebellious sucker, another rejuvenation session, “Don’t tell anyone though, it’s our little secret.” she called out as she disappeared through the heavy wooden doors.