Witches and Wizards.... Or not. Please share opinions!

[hollyglow]

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Okay, let's start this over the right way.



I am Liza, and... erm... well... wait, I bet you're staring at my picture. Well, a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away... wait, did I just hear records scratching? Well, let me at least show you my parents. What? It's not random! So, my mom.



So, that's my mom. Her name's Nina, but I am to address her as 'Madam Nina'. And, well, she has the same thing as me. Actually, usually she doesn't dress like that. She just- wait, more record scratchy noises? Seriously? Anyway, my dad now.



Yeah, he always dresses like that. Well, unless he's in his skele- More records scratching? Urgh! Well, now for my siblings. Here's my older sister.



Uh oh. Looks like she's been practicing dark magic again... with disastrous results. I should really help her... but I won't, because according to my parents, I'm not old enough for dark magic. Uh huh. Oh great. More records. I should really just ignore that, it's getting so stupid. Oh, and I have no idea what she's wearing, but I'm sure it's related to her w- more records! Ahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh well. Now for my little brother.



Yeah.... I think he's going over to his friends house soon... I'm waiting for record scratches here... nothing! Uh huh, oh yeah! Oh, wait. There's the record scratches.. oh, you're wondering about the fairy wings. Weeeell, it's weird. See, my family are witches/wizards. That's why my mom doesn't usually wear the ball gown. Usually, she wears, well, more of a classic witch type thing and hat, and she usually let's her hair go short and spiky, covered with a witches hat. But tonight, she and dad are going to a dance party thing, so she brushed it out and poured a growth potion on it. Then she curled it. It looks nice, right? Right? And her old ball gown even matches my dads suit! But they look so uncomfortable! I mean, with the velvet and stuff, over her back! Oh... yeah, we all have wings.. by the way. Well, actually, not me, or my brother. We only get them when we reach 15 years old. But I'm 14 years old, and my birthday's coming up! Oh, one more thing! It's dragon wings. I'll show you when my parents get back from the ball. My sister has the wings. She just doesn't show them around her friends anymore-the first day she got them, she went to school with a cute t shirt with neatly cut wing holes, with those things around the neck and sleeves on t shirts... well, I'll give you the idea.

Cecily: *struts into school* Hey, everyone! I got wings!
She looked proud enough to burst, and I was happy for her.
Random friend number one: Uh, hi, CC. Cool costume, I didn't know your mom was so great at costume making. I thought it was just being a creepy witch lady she's good at.
Cecily looked totally confused.
Cecily: Umm, it isn't a costume, it-
Random friend number two: Look, sweetie, you know we're only allowed to wear costumes on halloween. Can't you wait until tomorrow? I mean, it's only twenty four hours.
Cecily: Listen, guys! They aren't fake!
She flapped her wings and flew up to the roof of the school. Then she came back down, glaring at the 'nonbelievers' as she called them when she got come. They were staring at her, looking insanely terrified. Then their expressions morphed into sneers. She floated down to them like she was on a floofy cloud or something. Except for the wind that was stirred up by her shiny wings whipping everyone's hair around.
Random friend number one: Okay, keep away from us until you lose the wings. Obviously, you're just as freakish as your mother.
Cecily: I-I thought-you-I thought you'd be impressed!
Tears filled up in her eyes and she ran off whimpering. I put my paws on my hips and was about to go chew them out for being so mean! Nothing could stop me! Nothing! I opened my mouth to start yelling at them, when the bell started ringing!
Me: Ahhhhhhh I'm gonna be late! Ahhh!!!
So I ran off to my class. Then I passed Cecily in the halls. She was wearing.... Umm... something really weird. It looked like she had grabbed one of the ropes for climbing from the gym, wrapped it over her wings to keep them down, and put her shirt over it. Then she had realized that that wasn't enough to cover it up, so she'd put on her baggy sweatshirt. It made her chest look huge. And she looked like she'd been sobbing.
Me: OMG you look like you got kidnapped in one of those movies where they tie you up and stick you on a chair!!!
She ran off, tears falling off of her face. I turned to my BFF.
Me: Did I say something?

[hollyglow]

Hello again! So, I suppose I really should tell you about my picture. Oh, the background? Uh, that's my house. On school picture day, my mom...

I was getting dressed for school in a nice, light cotton dress, the one in my picture. So, I put it on. It's one of my older dresses, because my Mom's already slashed wing holes in all of my other clothes. I hid this one, though, because I wanted something without holes until I, you know, actually needed them.

Mom: Sweetie! It's picture day! And I have a great surprise for you. I got a wonderfully witchy background set up for you! I sent the principal an email with it. It's our house, on halloween!
Me: Umm... why?
Mom: Because you're my little witch! And besides, once you get your wings, you can start your magic training! Then you are going to be the coolest girl at school. And we're starting with a terrifying school picture!
Me: Whatever. I'm doing my hair.

I should explain the hair thing. I love doing my hair, experimenting and such. My parents say that it's the natural witch in me. Well, anyway. So, I decided to try my hair in some loops with some floaty tendrils. I studied it for a moment, then grabbed a flower from a garden that I had next to my bathroom sink. Yes. I have my own bathroom. Anyway, I slipped it into my hair and headed to school. Everyone freaked out when they saw my picture, even my BFF. Oh, here's her picture.



Oh, sugarsnaps. I couldn't find any pictures of her except for one I took at her dance recital. It was about a ballet dancer who gets stuck on an abandoned island. She was the ballet dancer, and there were some seagulls, and sheep, and native people that she ultimately befriends and then falls in love with the chiefs son, so they decide that they want to live together forever, but then he gets kidnapped by her family who comes to rescue her, and then he's about to be executed, but she saves him, so then they live on the run until they both get killed by her family. It was sad. Oh, yeah. You can't see her hair cause she had to put it up into a really tight tiny bun. Then my sister came in.

Me: Hey, CC. Um, why are you in my room? You never come in here? And you have a shadow monster wrapped around you....
Cecily: I have some wonderful news! I get to be home schooled!
Me: So, are we done with the torn up shirts with vines wrapped around it and grass skirts?
Cecily: Oh, yeah. Uh, BRB!
She raced off into her room. Then she came back, like, 5 seconds later. I couldn't be bothered to take a picture, but I'll get one later... maybe.
Me: Ooookaaay... you still have a shadow wrapped around you...
Cecily: Oh, it doesn't matter. I'm gonna learn how to do real dark magic now!
I shrugged, and she left. Well, it's getting kinda late... okay, one more thing about the wings on my brother. He really wanted wings, but he can't have real ones, so my dad got him some of those creepy little girl fairy wings and enchanted them to let him fly. I know, it looks weird with his armor. Hey, I told you! He's going over to his friend's house! Well, farewell.

[hollyglow]

Hi again! Guess what? Tomorrow's my birthday. Did you notice the utter lack of excitement in my tone, even though you're just reading this? Well, I don't really want to be a witch.

COMMERCIAL BREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oookaaaay..... that was weird....

Anyway.. yeah. I don't want to be a witch. I just want to be a regular girl. I don't want everyone to be afraid of me, and I certainly don't want dragon wings that make everyone freak out. Well, maybe I'll get lucky and I won't have dragon wings. Maybe I'll get invisible wings! And then I can just float around and no one will know that I have wings! Oh, yeah, like I've got that kind of luck. Okay, I had to get ready to go... Right... to school. I should introduce you to the school people.
Here is my ultimate nemesis. She's popular. She's beautiful. But she is nasty! She bosses me around, acts like I'm her slave. And I'm pretty convinced that she's a vampire...



Oh, that picture's from when me and my friend... Yeah, I should tell you their names. My BFF is named Cerise, and my nemesis is named... wait for it... Clara. Clara! I am personally insulted by that name. My cousin is named Clara, and she's the nicest dog ever! Hmmph! Anyway, the picture is from when Cerise and I sneaked into Clara's house and took a picture of her in her bathrobe! And the proof that she's a vampire? Well, take a good look at her teeth. Those are not normal, I tell you! Not normal! And her wings! She says they're a miracle of modern science, but only vampires have wings like that. Trust me. My mom and dad make me study this when I'm done with homework. Apparently, a witch needs to know all about different magical creatures. I started voice lessons recently. And my parents decided that I, as a witch, should have a lovely voice, perfect for luring things to me to use in potions. Wasn't that in some movie? Where the witch lady sings and a bunch of children flock to her and she wants to use them to make her and her sisters young again? Wasn't the movie called, like, Hocus Pocus or something? Anyway, then I started tae kwondo, and my parents say that a witch needs to be able to defend herself. I don't want my whole life to be focused around being a witch... but oh, well. Now for... the interesting bit. It is my best guy friend! No, I don't have a crush on him. He's just a very good friend. He lives next door, and we met when we were around two or three years old.



No, I am not stalking him. That's a picture I took of him. He took one of me. I just don't have it in here. Well, bye!

[hollyglow]

So, I had my birthday party today. Hee hee. Yeah, obviously I had it today, since wings obviously wouldn't work with a swimsuit. It was a pool party! Ooh, looky!! It's a turquoise pen lying here! I should totally use it!!! Oooooh... ahh... so anyway, then after the pool party we all came back to my house. We had cake, and then it was time for... da da da da daa! Presents!!!! Yay! I had so many presents, this is what I looked like.




Yeah! Welcome to my world of friends! Sometimes I wonder about them... So, anyway, now I'm lying here, writing in this. Eep! What was that? The rocking chair just creaked! I can feel breath on my shoulder! Okay, seriously? I turned around, and it was Clara!

Me: Clara, what are you even doing here?
Clara: Oh, I invited myself.
Me: .__. Really. Well, I require a present to let you be here. If you don't give meh a present, then I will throw you out, lock the doors, and close the windows.

Yes. We had the windows open. Don't judge meh! Anyway, she was wearing her floofy evil witchy dress. Hee.

Me: And I'm sure everyone shall be very impressed by you in your night gown. [:@

What? It's an evil pig face! Doesn't everyone use evil piggy faces?
Clara: Noo! I cower before you-I mean, why would I give you a present?
Me: o.O *facetail* Give me a present or face your doom!
Clara: Fine, don't be such a bully! Eesh.
Oops! Darn, my pen just rolled under the couch. Rats. So she ran over to her bag and rummaged around. Then she came back with a beautiful dress. It was just incredible! It was beautiful! It was incredible! It was- sorry.
Clara: Try it on. Just, try it on before I change my mind.
I slipped it over my pjs. And it was incredible! Beautiful!



I mean, isn't it lovely? Well, not nearly so much with my ponytail, but it keeps my hair untangled.

Me: Okay.. you can stay, I guess.
Clara: If you use that to steal boys from me, you are going down. Down. Down.
Well, she just crashed in her sleeping bag, so I should go, too. Buh bye!

[hollyglow]

AAARRRGGGHHH





Look at me! Just look at me! I am a Freaky Freakazoid! I'm a Ghostly Ghoul-Girl! I'm a tragic victim of fifteen year old hormones! See, my family gets wings and starts learning magic when we turn fifteen. Unfortunately, it would seem that I'm one of the 'lucky' few who go completely magic crazy. Apparently, I'm one of them. Mom says I'm special. Yay. And then, to rub it in, Cecily came in. Oh yeah, I need to put a picture of her in here.



Cecily: Hey, I wanted to see your-whoa. Umm...
Me: Wow, you look great...
Cecily: Oh, I know. And you... uh, where are your wings?
Me: Shaddup!!!!!!!
Cecily: Oooh, I'm gonna ask Braken to come over!

Oh yeah... Braken is my guy friends name.

Me: Nooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cecily: *Beep boop beep* And send.
Me: Gah! I hate you forever!
Cecily: Yeah, whatever.
Doorbell:(yes, of course the doorbell has a color! What kind of crazy person doesn't give inanimate objects colored voices?) DINNGG DOOONNNGGG!!!!
Me: The horror...
Braken (in green, because green is the color of beauty and... hmm, that came out wrong.): Hey, Liza! Hey, Cerise is with me, too!

Owww! Okay, wrong pen. I'm gonna throw that in the trash.

Me: Oh. Oh, uh, yeah, hey, Braken, Cerise. Um, I'm up in my room. Come up anytime... Or never...
▪○●□□□♡□□|□¤●○♢ testing, testing...okay, this is better. Ahem. Braken: What?
Me: Just come up here.
Honestly. Boys. Sooo, up came Braken. With Cerise trailing behind him. Then I jumped out and took a picture of Cerise. Ah ha! Now I have something besides a ballet picture to put in here! Woot woot! Oh yeah. Here it is.


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Hmm... what color should Cerise be?
Ow! way to bright!
Okay, what gloomy doomy pen set did this come from?!
Meh. Not very Cerise-y.
No...
Gah! Why is it so hard to find a good pen color?!

Hey... wait a minute... This is perfect! Yay for not noticing things in frustration! Ahem. Back to the story.

Cerise: Woah, hey, what're ya doing, Liza? Ummm.... what're you wearing, Liza?
Me: *sobs*
Braken: Hey, Liz, what's wrong?
Me: Look at me! Look what has become of me!
Braken: Aw, Lizzie, it isn't that bad.
Cerise: Yeah, you look good in drapey white...

And then Braken put his paw/leg around me.

Cecily: *gag* Umm, yeah, okay, hey, Braken, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the new movie with me? I... Uh, have an extra ticket! Yes! Yes. And, so, I figured you were good looking enough to be seen in public with me... Yes. Yes, there are no ulterior motives behind this. Na, not here, look somewhere else, cuz ya ain't findin em here!

Oh.. wow. That is just nauseating. Three things: That is the most grammatically incorrect sentence that I've ever seen. Second, does Cecily have a crush on Braken? Also, was she just trying to flirt with him? And call him good looking? Because that might be the absolute worst flirting I've ever seen in my life. And I'm in highschool! That's like, the land of flirting! And third, OMG I THINK BRAKEN MIGHT LIKE ME!!!!!!! Anyway.
Braken: Oh, yeah, alright, sounds fun.

Wait, let me get this straight. Did Braken just accept an invitation from Cecily on a date?

Braken: Hey, Cerise, Lizzie, you should come!
Cerise: Ooh, yeah. That sounds like fun. I'll treat everyone to popcorn, candy, and sodas!
Me: Yeah, alright, I'll come.
Cecily: *chokes* Wait! They can't come! I mean, obviously, because I only have one extra ticket!
Nah, don't worry about that. I'll buy the other tickets.

Soooo, we went to the theater. I got popcorn, junior mints, and a sprite. Braken got popcorn, skittles, and root beer. Cerise got popcorn, a Hershey bar, and a pepsi. And Cecily got a bottle of water. Oops, gotta go, movies starting! BTW, I wore a giant jacket to hide my hideousness.

[hollyglow]

Sigh... Mom says I have to go back to school. Here's how the conversation went.

Me: I don't want to go back to school, Madame Nina.
Mom: Oh, whyever not?
Me: Because people will tease my about what I look like.
Mom: Why would they do that? You look like a miracle? Why, when you go to school, the petty dogs will worship you! They will bow down to you and beg for mercy!
Me: Dagh! Okay! I'll go to school...

So... I floated to school. Yes. I can float. And when I got to school, all the teachers were running around in a panic. I saw Braken-an island of shining peace in a sea of chaos. Don't judge meeee! YOU weren't there, we're you?

Me: Braken!!!!!! What's going on! Tell meeeee!
Braken: Er, apparently, the teachers are freaking out because a bunch of new students are supposed to be coming over the next few days!
Me: WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE NOISE!
Braken: WHAT?

So after a few pantomimes, a lot of screaming, and some yelling in each other's ears, I finally learned that everyone was panicking because the teachers are panicking. And the teachers are panicking because new students are coming. And then there was a surprise.

Principal: All students to the gymnasium for an assembly now. Thank you.

So when we got to the gym, strutting around on the floor in front of a microphone was Clara. Well, this can't be good.

Clara: Well, as all of you have no doubt heard, there will be a bunch of new students coming to our school in the next few weeks, or even months. But I'very heard some of you worrying. What if it gets way harder to get to our classes with so many new students? And since I'm such a kind and thoughtful dog, I'very decided to sort us into groups! Now, your group with depend on various traits: your intelligence, your looks, your sportiness, etc. Your group will determine where you sit at lunch, what you eat, what classes you take, what gym equipment you use, and what you have for lunch. The groups are: Populars. This will be any pretty or talented girls, preferably cheerleaders, and of course all the adorable or hawt jocks. *winks at crowd of jocks* Then will be Emos. This will be any... uh, emo kids, or anyone who looks emo. They're second best, because the girls are so chick and the guys are so hawt. Third is the nerds. Anyone who uses bigger words than I know, or anyone who has braces or wears glasses. Obviously, they're third, because the Populars need them to do our homework. And last up is the Freaks. They are last because: they're ugly, they're talentless, and they're useless to populars.
Me: *snores*
Everyone else: * chatters excitedly*
Clara: Ahem! If you would-
Everyone else: Continues chattering*
Clara: EVERYONE SHUT UP! Okay. Now, I will read a list of the students and they will come up here. First up is Abbey O'Reily.

So it went on. And on. And on. And onnnnn.... and then my name was called! I started to run down the risers, but I tripped and fell all the way down.

Clara: Yeah... you're a Freak. Er, who are you?
Me: Uh... I'm Liza? The same dog who's sleepover you barged in on?
Clara: Ah ha ha ha haaaa! You're Liza? Ah hahaha!
Everyone: Hahahahaha!
Me:

Ugh... well, it went on for a while longer. And guess what? Cerise got put in nerds because she wears glasses! Grr, boo, hiss. The really exciting one was Braken, though.

Clara: Hmm... oh, yes, I know this guy... his name is Braken!
Braken: Coming!
Clara: Oooh, you're definitely in populars.
Braken: Uh, actually, I'd rather be in the freaks.
Clara: Oh, yeah, sure! Wait, what?
Braken: Thanks!
Clara: Wait! No-ugh. Okay, that's the end of sorting for now!

Well, that was a colossal waste of time. Oh, yeah, check it out! I found one of the forms for new students! Lemme just tape that in here! And here it is!

I am looking for some new characters for the story!

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[center]Picture:
Name:
Gender:
Species:
Group:
Personality keywords:
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[divini]

stalking, the story is good! c:

[hollyglow]

Thanks! I'm kinda waiting for more characters to come to me.

[Baylin]

mark~

[hollyglow]

Okay, biiiiiig surprise, everybody! We're back in the gym because now Clara wants to sort the very few new students! Oh, joy.

Clara: Okay, first person!

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?: Hi, I'm-
Clara: NERDS!
?: Biljii... sigh...
Clara: NEXT!

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Clara: Oooh, someone interesting! Finally!
Biljii: Hey, I'm interesting!
Clara: Yeah... nope. Anyway, you.
?: Yah?
Clara: What's your name?
Cici: Oh, my gosh. I, am, like, totes named Cici.
Clara: Hmm, very promising so far... What do you like doing?
Cici: Uh, like, I like throwing my eggs at jocks for them to catch, and if I throw it, it means I might consider dating them. Hmm... oh yeah, I like makeovers and cheerleading.
Clara: Oh, you're totes popular material! Want to go tp the mall after school?
Cici: Totes!
Clara: Yay! Next!

Clara: Hmm. You need a shopping trip, but you look like popular material. What's your name?
Kai: Umm. My name is Kai, and how long will this take?
Clara: Shush! First rule of populars: don't challenge me. Anyways, hmm. Kai. That isn't the best name, but-hold on, wait a second, hold the eyeshadow! What on earth is in your backpack?
Kai: Uhhh... nothing! Shush! It's... uh... *sword falls out of backpack*
Clara: Ohmygosh is that a sword? Omg go to the Freaks where you belong.
But-hhh. *walks over and sits next to me*
Me: welcome to Freaklandia.
Kai:
Clara: NEXT!

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Clara: OMG POPULARS!!!!!!
?: But... but... hhh. I'm Denasha, in case anyone cares...
Clara: Next.

Clara: Ooookaaayyy. And you are?
Noah: Hmm? I'm Noah. *peers at egg*
Clara: Okay, like, what do you like to do?
Noah: Well, I like to watch my egg. *holds rainboe egg up to light* I also like to study eggology to try to determine what species this egg will be, as well as take samples to find genetic matches.
Clara: All I got out of that, is that, like, you like to like watch your egg and, like, study it, so you're, like, a nerd.
Noah: Yay!
Clara: Next.

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Clara: Eek! Gurl, you, like, need to get a makeover.
?: Hi...
Clara: *sigh* What's your name?
Kaitlyn: My name is Kaitlyn...
Clara: This is so boring! What do you like to do?
Kaitlyn: Umm, well, I'm really shy, and I like pink and purple and I love bats.
Clara: Ewwww you like bats? Go to Freaks!

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Clara: EEEEEEKKKK! Get away from me, creepy lady?
Ezmer: Seriously? I have a name, you know. It's Ezmer to you.
Clara: GO TO EMOSSSS!

Pet's name: Ranger
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Clara: Ooooh, what's your name, handsome?
Ranger: That'd be Ranger.
Clara: Oooh, your in my group, Populars, handsome.
Me: *throws up*

I mean, bluch! Yeah, I know, not the best entry. Very boring. But blame Clara, not me! Aaaand I'm talking to an inanimate diary. First train to Freakville, people.