Monday means another week has begun, and a whole long week for me being a freshman college.

Uncle Martin thinks, maybe it is better for us to move into this city. Maybe, this city will be kind to us this time. I am sick already. Sick of living isolated and away from everyone.

I don't have friends or could make one. Just glad I was able to finish my High School in a small town of Doriellow. I do not know where the hell that name came from. But at least, everyone looked scared of me so I have no trouble living in that small town for two years. I could say, the best town I've been living my whole life because no one dares to cross in my way, either talk to me or sit with me during lunchtime. I could have the peace of mind I yearned for years.

Our family has been moving town to town and State to another State. I start getting tired of it... But, as long as it is better for Max, I cannot against it.

Max, my little brother, watching his innocent smile while waving goodbye at me. It gives me strength and courage to heads up. I need to be strong for Max. I want to make a better place for him. I don't know how, but I will. Someday, I promised, I will.

I heard the bell rang and Max run the door of his school. He almost stumbles climbing that stairs and I were like, wanted to fly to catch him. Gladly, he found his balance. He glances at me and smiled before he was swallowed by the door. I sighed. I wished I am always there around him. To protect and defend him from all those kids who bullied him at school. The fact, that even I, was also bullied in College.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

I put my hood on and began my way to this town's Institute. Each morning during school days, I dropped Max to his school and just recently Uncle Martin bought me a bike. Ever since the class has begun, we walk the school from our house and I will still be walking to reach the Institute I was attending. When uncle Martin decided to buy something that Max and I could ride together, Max was very happy about it.

I start pedaling my bike and take a left turn. I could take the road straightway towards the Downtown but it's been my favorite thing to do every morning to pass this Avenue.

I hit the brake and my eyes wander around the ruins, then look up at its tower. The sun meets my eyes and its blinding me. I close my eyes and when I open it, an old man standing in front of me. The way he looks at me, it disturbed me.

"You shouldn't be here, witch." He hissed.

"I am just passing by Mister," I tried to calm myself.

"You're not. This is not the first time you stop by here in the morning." The old man said.

"You like what you saw? The church crumbled in the ground and lost its pride and beauty!" He added.

His voice was full of anger. Even his eyes gazing at me with full of hatred.

"Your kin! You cause this all! You'll di---" The old man hasn't done yet but someone grabs him and drag away from me. I could still hear him mumbling but the person who grabbed him tried to cover his mouth. I heaved a sigh. A lot of people hated me. No, not only me but all my kin.

The history tells, a long battle happens over twenty years ago. A war between witches and hunters. A bloody-war. And yes, my kin who destroyed that beautiful church. Somehow, I found the church fascinating and beautiful. Which, our kin could never enter a church. The cross hurt us and a strange power dwells inside the church that could kill us. That is why I shouldn't admire a church in the first place.

But I, Sheira Murray, were special among all of the Witches. I am different from them all. So please don't be scared of me, nor hate me! I screamed inside my head, begging to be understood.