The Wednesday short story

Willow was a witch, of this she was sure. Wilma, Willow's sister, just said she was crazy and needed to grow up. Regardless, Willow went about everything a witch would do including going to witch school and practicing spells. Her parents, who were most definitely NOT of the wiccan breed, supported her fully; buying her a beautiful hand crafted wand and spell book. Still, Willow was constantly vexed by her inability to cast even the most basic of spells and, not knowing any other witches, always felt she had nowhere to turn.

At school it was worse, not only did almost no one believe her but some thought she was silly for thinking so. This, however, never deterred Willow as she knew what she was, she just did not know how to get there. "One day" Willow thought "one day I will get it figured out." Willow would watch anything with witchcraft, Bewitched was her favorite, and read anything too.

There was one girl at school though, that believed Willow, or at least said she did. Allyson always said that not only did she believe Willow, but that she fancied the idea of being a witch as well. Willow would often spend her entire 4th year lunch break sitting with Allyson and dreaming of what it would be like; casting spells, riding brooms (though even Willow thought that was silly) and of course showing up all the other people who doubted her. If only Willow knew the truth about Allyson.