A Witch Like No Other
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Authors: Makala Thomas
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A WITCH LIKE NO OTHER MAKALA
THOMAS
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ISBN:
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2014 by Makala Thomas. All rights reserved.
A Witch Like
No Other
P. Thomas
Hackney. No matter how far I go in life, I will never forget where
I came from.
A Witch Like No
Other
“
I
don’
t want to go college
again.”
“‘
Dora, you
’
re eighteen years old. You need to go to
college.”
“
I
don’
t care,” said Pandora
stubbornly, not even looking at him. “Every time I go they think
I
’
m
weird from the very first day.”
“
That’
s because you refuse
to communicate with anybody.”
“
Well I
don’
t want to socialise, Dad.
It gets on my nerves.”
“
You’
ve been like this
since you was fifteen, Pandora.”
mean?”
“
Nothing,” her
father Ted said wearily. “Nothing at all.”
“
You think
I’
m weird too,
don
’
t
you Dad?”
“
I just think…
if you had at least one friend-”
“
I
don’
t want any
friends!”
“
All right,
keep your hair on.”
Ted reached out to touch Pandora
’
s curly hair, but she
withdrew quickly.
“
Don’
t touch
me.”
Ted scowled at her. “I
’
m not allowed to touch
you now?”
her talk about college.
“
They call me
a
cool
know it all because I don
’
t do work in class but I
always hand my essays in on time-”
“
Well,
you’
re a very intelligent
girl.”
on his toast at that; Pandora kicked him under the table.
“
I hate people
who come up to me, wanting to be my friend.”
“
Pandora,
listen to yourself. You cant not have friends, it
isn’
t-”
“
It’
s just how I want it,”
Pandora said flatly. “Because soon after a while they just… leave
me. They decide I
’
m too much for them or they turn on me because I got
better results than them, or for no reason at all.”
“
I know
you’
re thinking about Janice,
but-”
“
Don’
t say that name!”
Pandora burst out, making Ted jump. Marlon was glaring at him as
well, swallowing his food before saying “She
’
s a flipping barracuda,
Dad. She turned on
‘
Dora and broke my heart.”
“
She was my
best friend,” said Pandora bitterly, Marlon just as
bitter.
“
She was my
girlfriend and then she- she-”
“
Ok, how about
we change the subject,” said Ted gently, hating to see his children
looking like their world had been torn apart. Well, Pandora had
changed ever since their mother died, but Marlon was the
same.
“
I remember how
popular you was, Pandora.” He sighed heavily, remembering. “You had
more friends than Marlon.”
Pandora smiled at the memories. For one tiny moment she
missed her friends more than anything in the whole wide world… then
she snapped out of it. She didn
’
t need friends, or
socialisation. But she couldn
’
t help saying “If we
didn
’
t
move so far away maybe I
’
d still have
them.”
“
Don’
t try that,” said
Marlon, grinning at his sister. “My friends from Westport come here
everyday, so that
’
s not an excuse.”
“
Shut up, camel
mouth. Where was I?”
“
College,” Ted
said, picking up his cup of coffee. Pandora nodded.
“
They’ll find
out I see a shrink three times a week because- because-”
Pandora swallowed hard. Images of her screaming, her mother
and plenty of blood flashed across her eyes.
Stile
’
s evil face-
“
Don’
t think about it,”
Ted said gently. “
‘
Dora?”
Marlon was staring at her. Pandora realised she was
shaking, making her mug rattle on the table. Gripping the mug and
taking a sip of smooth hot chocolate seemed to calm her down. Ted
smiled, relieved as she said “Then they find out that
I
’
m
taking medication for depression-”
“
You
don’
t need them,” Marlon said
grumpily. “I don
’
t know why you take them anyway,
you
’
re
fine just how you are.”
Pandora raised an eyebrow and he smiled. She
didn
’
t
smile back, wondering why Marlon was being nice to her. It was
common knowledge they hadn
’
t got along since
Pandora hit sixteen, Marlon seventeen. She could cause an argument
if she wanted, but decided against it.
“
Maybe I do
need them, Marlon. I mean I- I cant sleep without them, and I
don’
t think about our mother
when I take them, I forget about Stile-”
bubbling rage swept over him. Damon Stile, his former neighbour,
the man Pandora feared more than anything in this whole world- the
only person she feared, he thought bitterly. If only he knew what
was going on beforehand-
“
I need them,”
Pandora said flatly. She needed to write something- write what she
was thinking down- write anything.
Marlon swallowed the rest of his tea in one gulp, then he
said to Ted “Father Teddy Bear, did you know
Pandora
’
s got a box?”
Ted
’
s eyes nearly left his head. “A box?”
“
I’
ve got loads of boxes,”
Pandora said through gritted teeth. “Dad-”
“
If
you’
re doing some sort of
witchcraft like your mother did Pandora-”
“
I’
m not!” lied Pandora.
“I
’
m
not, I swear it Dad!”
Her mother Dreamer had taught her a lot of things. If you
have bad thoughts it was best to write them down and then burn the
paper. That way you wouldn
’
t get stressed over the
thought, because it
’
d be gone.
Ted looked like he took his daughter
’
s word.
His late wife Dreamer was a beautiful witch, and
didn
’
t
hesitate to perform a trick if people asked her to. He loved
Dreamer, but he hated anything out of the ordinary- magic first.
Ted scowled at the memories as Pandora smiled at him. She was
thinking the same thing.
from work with a splitting headache. Pandora was nine years old,
Marlon ten. They were curled around Dreamer on the carpet, fast
asleep as she read aloud from a book.
She shushed Ted gently as he opened his
mouth, indicating to sit on the sofa. Ted obeyed, head pounding.
Dreamer stood slowly and walked over to him- Pandora whimpered
immediately, wanting her mother. She opened her eyes, Dreamer
smiling at her as she said “Sleep, Pandora.”
“
I’
m not tired anymore,
Mummy. Can I watch?”
“
If you want to
that badly.”
“
My head,” said
Ted, in terrible pain. “I need an aspirin- I need-”
“How was work?”
“
Work? Work
was- was…” Ted stopped abruptly as swirling white mist circled his
head. “Dreamer, what are you-”
“
I asked you a
question, Teddy Bear.”
Bear, Mummy?”
“
That’
s what I call your
Daddy, sweetie pie. Ted?”
“
Work was
stressful. My client just wont accept the fact that
he’
s going to be charged no
matter what I do for him. I can help convince the judge to give him
a short sentence, but we
’
re looking at six months
minimum-”
Pandora
’
s mouth was hanging open, but Ted
couldn
’
t see why.
“
What did he
do, Ted?”
“
Drug
smuggling,” mumbled Ted, as Dreamer massaged his head. “Wow,
Dreamer. You could be a therapist if you-”
Ted stopped as he caught sight of them in the mirror across
the room. No wonder Pandora was sitting like she was in a trance-
Dreamer
’
s hands were aglow! Ted leapt up immediately:
“
Dreamer!”
“
I
wasn’
t doing anything wrong!”
said Dreamer as she pouted at him.
“
I
don’
t want you doing any magic
at all, do I make myself-”
Ted stopped as he lifted a hand to his head. “My
headache
’
s gone!”
“
I can give it
back if you detest magic that much,” said Dreamer coldly, and Ted
opened his mouth to tell her to do it, then he stopped. He hated
making his wife angry or upset.
“
No-
don’
t. I… thank
you.”
