Powers in a Teenage Witch by Ian Schrauth

Author:Ian Schrauth [Schrauth, Ian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Starboat, LLC
Published: 2020-04-29T22:00:00+00:00

15

Well, the dance was on, and I was ready. I grabbed my ticket, put on my new Sathinish dress with some makeup, and carefully walked down to the party in the first gym with my high heels. It’s harder than you think.

“Ticket please,” One student guarding the door said. I handed him the ticket, and he let me in.

Inside, it was loud. There was a drink bar, a DJ, and mainly, a dance floor where you show off your moves. Great…

I walked up to the food bar, ordered myself a Diet Pepsi (I found out it’s called Vehli) and worked my way to a table where I saw Megan with some other girls.

“Selena! Glad you could make it!” Megan said, “Selena, meet Alice; Alice, meet Selena.”

“Hello Selena,” Alice introduced, “So I heard you’re a book author.”

“Yup.”

“Interesting, I’ve written and published a series myself when I was ten,” That Alice girl said in a proud tone, “I started when I was six.”

“This girl is kind of cool,” I thought.

“I started when I was six also!”

“What day? I did mine on December fifteenth.” She asked.

I was starting to not like this girl.

“I queried an agent on the fourth of July of 2009, got accepted on the eighth, and it came out on July 23rd, 2010,” I bragged.

“Darn it! Your book carrier is older than mine! How many have you published?”

I looked at my fingernails, and said, “Oh, I have some out. How about you?”

“Ten. I used to do one for each session, but I quit that on the eighth book, and I am on the second book of a ten-book series called The Lost series.”

Can you believe that? That girl has published more than me, and I have been a published author longer than her! This girl is just showing off!

I decided to just go with the flow, and talk to her even though I was boiling mad inside. While we were talking, she was always talking about herself, ‘Oh, I’m this!’ or ‘Oh! I’m that!’ This girl is being selfish!

Gosh, every time she would mention herself, it was like a fire that burns inside of me that can’t be settled. That’s how angry I was.

Soon, after an hour, the party was over! I missed the whole thing being angry and sitting there, letting the fires of anger boil my blood.

“Are you OK?” Megan asked as we entered our dorm.

“Yeah,” I lied. “Just tired.”

“Well, then got to bed.”

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