"The Magical Kill", Christina.D [readnow .txt] 📗

Chapter 1


When the sun shone on my pale skin for what seemed like the first time in years. The tears couldn’t stop. I knew that from this moment I’m a killer. My sister patted me on the shoulder and nodded towards her car in a look almost pleading me not to talk about what happened. For the first time in my life I didn’t know what to do or say.

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‘This house is great!’ I screeched to Misty who was still gearing about, looking for signs that said not to get this house, but stopped at the stare case and gave me the cheesiest smile I have ever seen.
‘Hugh, guess this is it sis!’Her smile almost seemed real.
‘So would you like to sign the contract now?’ The landlord lady Sarah, as it said on her name tag, asked us as if we knew the answer.
‘Yeah, this is it.’ Misty continued with her gearing.
‘Il give you a few minutes here and ill meet you outside then.’ Sarah left in an elegant fashion waving which put a grin on my face, because not many people are as happy anymore.
‘This house is really small and only has four bedrooms, with two bathrooms. What if someone needs to go to the toilet at night and both of them were taken, do they expect for you to just pee on the floor?’
‘No Mist they don’t, but we shouldn’t be in that situation because I’m shore we both can hold it in. It’s just Michel who will have that problem. It doesn’t matter what house we pick he will have a problem so let’s just leave it at that.’
I walked out our new house which on my mind seemed big, not as big as our old house but still big, we won’t be needing a big house anymore anyway because it’s just me, Michel and Misty.


I’m 16 years old, my name is Christina Denvers and I killed my parents. I love my mum and dad it’s just when you do a spell there’s no going back. I did a money spell that contained black magic, carelessly with my sister forgot the times three rule, sometimes I whish the times three came back at me. That day when all my family was in the car I expected me to die, but instead I was left alive and not a hair fell of my head.


Chapter 2


Moving in didn’t take a long as I expected, Michel didn’t help as he was busy reading some book he found in my old room. I used to love reading, but then in secondary school you learn that it’s not cool to read on weekends and after school. In my formal old house i got to move to a different room I changed everything , my hobbies, the songs I like, and even the way I acted because I loved the fact that everyone can change whenever they wanted to. But now. Not so much.
The new house smelt new and sent shivers down my back every time I was alone. The rooms were upstairs, I had the second largest room and Misty had the biggest one as she declared she needs to be an adult, which in my mind didn’t make any sense. Michel wanted the smallest room, reasons known only to him, leaving the last room as a guest room.
My room was at the end of the corridor isolated from the other rooms, Misty’s was next to the stair case and Michel’s near hers. The bathroom is in between Michel’s room and the guest room, leaving the guest room closest to mine. Downstairs there is also one toilet, a kitchen and a large living room that is already nearly full of boxes, mostly Misty’s as she hasn’t bothered to carry her things upstairs.
‘Wake up!’ Misty’s low yet screeching voice echoed across my room. ‘You will be late for school!’ as i opened my eyes i saw her standing there with her green eyes and black galaxy hair tied in a long ponytail, tapping her foot on the floor constantly with her hands on her hips.
‘Wow you look knackered sis, what happened?’ I said in a low voice looking at the clock which said six am, meaning I have two hours till I have to leave, just enough time for me to torment her, because she did look knackered, she had no makeup on making her look younger and she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt; which was more my style then her usual Gucci look.
‘Well if you would’ve labelled the boxes right I would found my makeup!’ you could almost see the fury in her eyes. I stood up from my bead, went to the wardrobe and took a towel out. I was wearing an oversized t-shirt that covered my knees, it belonged to my dad.
‘Michel was the one who packed them wrong, so don’t blame my labelling!’ i went past her sticking my tongue out slowly walking to the bathroom as I was really tired. When I went in and looked at the mirror I wanted to go back to bed and stay there because I looked terrible. My blond hair needed so serious sorting, my blue eyes had black, smudged eyeliner on and my small lips looked cold and blue. I didn’t look like Misty or Michel, because they both look like my dad, I got my mum’s looks that make my heart hurt every time i see myself. Michel and Misty both look at me sometimes and i can see in their eyes there looking at mum, but also the person who killed her.

Chapter 3


After I had a shower, straightened my hair, and put my makeup on, I went to have breakfast. Michel’s reading a book and clearly is waiting for me to get ready to go as he is not the type who lets his little sister go to a new school, on her first day on her own. Michel has blue eyes and black hair, which seems to be popular with the girls, because I remember him coming back with a lot of girls home, but not many times with the same one.
‘You take very long to shower, if was about to see if you got sucked up in the water.’ He said with only his head sticking out of the book he was reading, which seemed to be different to the one yesterday.
‘Yeah sorry, if you want we can go?’ I asked picking my bag up that had nothing in it, apart from the day sheet I got sent through the mail yesterday.
‘Yeah ok, when you have breakfast.’
I had breakfast .Food. For the first time since the accident fur days ago; turns out I was really hungry.
My new school isn’t too far from my new home, but walking with Michel made it even longer.
‘Michel will you stop reading while you’re walking. I really don’t get how girls like you. Your such a goof’ I pulled hip away from yet another tree that he was about to walk in. It must look really idiotic from far away, Michel is bigger than me and older by 2 years, yet someone would think he could use all those muscles to use. Me and Michel were never close but after the accident happened he started talking to me more, sometimes it’s annoying, like when he asks are you ok? And gives me a look like there was something wrong with me. I guess I scared him when I said I was going to kill myself. When I said that I didn’t mean it, it was straight after I got in Misty’s car and I had my tantrum.
‘Well I guess I’m doing something right, because they can’t keep their hands of me’ Michel gave me a bright smile and a wink, so I linked his hand and pulled him along so we wouldn’t be late for school , on your first day.


Chapter 4


My first lesson is English, with a teacher that apparently doesn’t like people being early.
‘Hey, amm... I’m Christina Denvers. I’m new. I’m not shore if this is the right class. Are you Mr Crutch?
‘Yes I am. And you are early.’ The teacher looked at me through his glasses, which made his eyes look really big and dark. I saw my reflection and now changed my mind about the outfit I was wearing. Jeans are way to plane on a first day.
‘Sorry I just wanted to see if I was in the right place because the secretary didn’t make it very clear where to go.’ I threw a smile at the end with a glee in my eyes to make him at least feel pity but he just looked at his papers that were on the desk.
‘Fine, the bell is going to go in a minute anyway. Stand at the side so then you can sit in the seat that is free.’
‘Yeah ok, thank you.’ I stood there for at least two minutes staring out the window when the bell went and everyone started crowding in as if it was planed.
Most of the people looked at me and smiled, some didn’t even take notice of me. The seat that was left was at the back; near the window. Seems perfect. I’m smart for my age average, since my mum used to teach me a lot and buy books nearly every day, so that I would be a book writer. I have no interest in book writing now, but then it seemed like it’s the best future for me.
The teacher didn’t introduce me and carried the lesson, that I didn’t understand, but then again it’s about poems. Not just any poems but war poems. When the bell rang I walked slowly to my next class, I don’t really like art that much anyway.
Walking in the hallway that is full of people really confuses you since you don’t know which way you’re going; crashing into a person doesn’t help.
‘Oh sorry, hun didn’t see you there’ a guy with blue eyes and blond hair smiled at me and shoved me to the side with him .I didn’t have time to react when Michel was standing next to us already.
‘Hey sis. Lost?’ Michel said with a bread stick in his mouth.
‘Well kind of, and it isn’t even break yet and you’re already eating?’ Then I realised the guy still had his hands on the side of me when he pulled me through the people to the side of the corridor with blue lockers.
‘Well I’m hungry’ Michel took out another breadstick and offered it to me, I gave him an odd look and he shrugged his shoulders putting the breadstick back to his bag. The guy let me go and leaned to the wall with his foot resting on the locker.
‘So I’m David, and you must be Christina.’ David gave me a charming smile with his perfect teeth gleaming at me.
‘Yeah and thanks for the same you guys, but I’m going to go wherever art is.’ I turned and followed a guy that I saw was in my English class. David was cute and if I haven’t of walked away I would’ve said something stupid. I always do.
Turns out the guy that I followed, was also in my art class. I was only a few minutes late. When the lesson ended, I went