I have seen many strange countries in my travels, but never one so strange as this. Waking up with a pounding headache and messy thick black hair, and seeing women on broom sticks riding through the air was one of those strange things. Of course, I got up and questioned this, and I looked up at the women, who seemed to look like witches, but they were not ugly or horrible to look at, but instead they are beautiful young women with no mole or green splotch to be seen. Some had lovely long hair of brown and red shades, and others had stunning short hair with shades of blond and white. Their bodies were goddess like and skin was smooth and tan. They were certainly beautiful. “Excuse me? I need to know where I am.” I asked shyly, knowing
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What is your name?” “Katrina, it’s nice to meet you, Taylor.” I give a small smile to her and she does not change her facial expression on me, as if she was focusing on my soul more than my words. She sees this and simply nods at me and walks to me. “Why are you here anyways, should you be at home where you belong, little girl?” She smirks at me, knowing I am quite short myself in height and I get annoyed. “Or do you plan on staying in this little dream of yours?” “I plan on leaving, and I don’t know where to start at.” I look around and I look at one of the many windows. “Well I don’t like you. And since I want you to leave to your home, you will do as I say and follow me.” Taylor walks away with no cares given to me. I follow her though with no question in mind; I wanted to go home to see my mother again and hopefully be loved on afterwards. Taylor and I walk down the many hallways, going downstairs and turning left and right, and other witches around us giggled insane like and talked about things I could not understand. I could not wait to get home because of this. Taylor seemed like the silent and cold type when talking to me, especially if I was just talking to her. Of course, I am not affected by this, I just wanted to go home and be with my family again. Making friends was the last thing I wanted to do, but if I had to crawl out of my shell just so I can go home, then I am gladly to be able to talk to a person no matter how unforgiving or how hateful they
What is your name?” “Katrina, it’s nice to meet you, Taylor.” I give a small smile to her and she does not change her facial expression on me, as if she was focusing on my soul more than my words. She sees this and simply nods at me and walks to me. “Why are you here anyways, should you be at home where you belong, little girl?” She smirks at me, knowing I am quite short myself in height and I get annoyed. “Or do you plan on staying in this little dream of yours?” “I plan on leaving, and I don’t know where to start at.” I look around and I look at one of the many windows. “Well I don’t like you. And since I want you to leave to your home, you will do as I say and follow me.” Taylor walks away with no cares given to me. I follow her though with no question in mind; I wanted to go home to see my mother again and hopefully be loved on afterwards. Taylor and I walk down the many hallways, going downstairs and turning left and right, and other witches around us giggled insane like and talked about things I could not understand. I could not wait to get home because of this. Taylor seemed like the silent and cold type when talking to me, especially if I was just talking to her. Of course, I am not affected by this, I just wanted to go home and be with my family again. Making friends was the last thing I wanted to do, but if I had to crawl out of my shell just so I can go home, then I am gladly to be able to talk to a person no matter how unforgiving or how hateful they