Fear Borne Book One of the Society of Bad Girls

Chapter One-Strange girl in Ohio.

I

'I got a I-pad. You shouldn't stream Ohio Witches, unless you want one to tell you your future. I'm a fan of the Sabrina, the Teenage Witch TV show...and books too', Lisa Kim said. Cynthia was dressed in her school uniform. 

Magic books, pens, paper, and brooms came with her. 

'It's going to be fantastic', Tara Norton smiled. 

Beth Romain looked at her. 

'Temple is coming soon'. 

'That's good to know', Beth said. 

The grandfather clock tolled eight times.

II

'It's the girl's dorm', Craig said. 

'My sister is coming soon', Brad smiled. 

'Oh, Taylor', Craig said. 

A witch appeared.

'I'm going to be the Ohio Queen of Fear Borne'.

Then the rain fell in the city. 

III

Cynthia walked toward the car. 

'Are you going to take me, Mom?'.

'Yes. Your father is working at the Ohio Warlock's Magic Association'.

'I'll visit him if I can'. 

'He'll like that, Cynthia'. 

IV

'Oh, Cyn. Why are you at Fear Borne?', Taylor asked her. 

'You're afraid'. 

'You're dodging the question'.

'No, I'm not. I'm not going to steal your title. That's bad, you know'. 

'Girls-', Brad looked at them.

'Quit it, Brad', Temple said. 

'What's the flare up?'.

'Nothing to worry about, Temple', Craig told his cousin. 

'Right', Temple said. 

Then the bell rang again. 

V

Marta Nairn, the Headmistress, had a stern look on her face. 

'All students shall enroll today. By 9:45 AM, if witches, and warlocks, don't write their names on the Ohio Statement of Laws, they will be banished forever into the Grand Ether. Since President George Washington's time, the Grand Sorcerers of Fear Borne, made sure that magic was for Americans. Sadly, after the Civil War, the eighteen-sixties were tumultuous. Now, all girls, and boys, shall follow me to sign up'. 

VI

Cynthia saw a group of statues of Warlocks, and Witches.

'Nice, isn't it'. 

'Yes, it is. I'm Cynthia'. 

'Siobhan'. 

'Siobhan Clark'.

'Yes. Mom is a witch. Dad is a Warlock'.

'We all signed'. 

'Four witches didn't. They were crying'.

'Until 2025'. 

'January'. 

'Yes'.

'The Academy of Lore is open'.