Untitled teen witch

Oh God, where to start. Well, I guess with “witch”. A word heard all my life. I never really understood it until recently.
People called me “witch” for as long as I remember. Also, for as long as I can remember, I was different from them. I never meant for things to happen. But when I was around, it did.
Like this one time,…well, you don’t want to hear about that. Or maybe you do. I don’t know. It seems that I don’t know anything anymore. Or maybe I just know so much that it gets jumbled up that I can’t sort it out.
Confused yet?
Maybe I should go back further. Maybe not. Another one of those things I don’t know.
Well, I’ll just say this, then we can go from there:
Things exist. You know, all those monsters in horror stories like vampires, beasties, and yes, witches. Things that go bump in the night. We’re real. We’re here. And I guess this is part of our story.


Dear Diary,
I am 13 today. And this is what I got. Gramma gave you to me. She said that soon you would come to be a very special book for me. I don’t know what she’s taking about though.
Sometimes she can be so confusing. Like I’m not confused enough already.
It happened again today. Blake just made me so mad. He was making fun of me again. It’s not my fault my eyes are 2 different colors. When he got up, he flew headlong into his food. He does that a lot, especially when I am mad. When it happens, Gramma looks at me all weird.
She knows something. I know she does. I hope she tells me what it is soon, because I hate not knowing things. It’s like being kept out of a really big secret, except this one is about me.

The Book of Shadows. That’s what it is called. Gramma set me down one day after she gave it to me.
“Annaliese, I’m sure you have noticed you are different from other people,” she started.
“It’s about damn time,” I muttered under my breath. I think she heard me, but she ignored it and went on.