Malia
“Do you really think I’m part witch?” I asked Ty as we drove over to his parents house. I admired him as he leaned back in the seat, his hand casually resting over the steering wheel. His wet t-shirt clung to his chest clearly showing the definition of his muscles underneath and it made me salivate. His hair still dripping wet as he pushed it back from his eyes.
“I think my now soaking wet clothes would say yes,” he laughed at me. His eyes came over to meet mine and I watched that same playful sparkle that I loved so much light them up. I thought back to the tree breaking through the wall, the rain that poured down as I ran towards the forest. Could it really be possible that I had done that? Did my mother know what I was capable of? And if my grandmother had these so called power
