One Like Me

This is part of a story about a Witch who was sent to the mortal realm by the government that runs her realm and she is not happy to be there. (that was a really rough summary, but you get the idea).(sorry if there are grammatical errors)

Prologue

The rain pounded my window. It was a heavy, misty rain. I stared at the house across the street. The house was completely dark except one room; his room. I looked at my clock, 3:00 am. No mortal stayed up that late.

Strike two.

Strike one was he acted so weird around me. Well actually he acted normal around me, which was weird. Usually people would just ignore me, which was how I preferred it. It wasn’t like I didn’t have friends; they just weren’t in this realm. People would even get mad at me sometimes, telling me to blend in more. Everyone knows, “silence raises suspicion”. But I knew a bit more about humans. None of them were suspicious; they just thought I was weird.

Then again, it was oddness that had made me suspicious of him.

He had walked right up to me. I was standing in the corner of a school dance. I never go to social events except when forced; like this time. He walked right up to me and introduced himself. I was so shocked it took me a little bit to remember my name. He talked to me for a while then asked me to dance the last dance with him. Driving home, I’d tried to justify it. He was new; thought I was cute. I looked lonely and he thought asking me to dance would make my day.

But that wasn’t the only time he noticed me. Everyday for the rest of the week he either waved, greeted, or made small talk with me. And he always sat by me if we shared a class. I thought of the lonely excuse again, but I couldn’t bring myself to believe it. I had read peoples thoughts. I didn’t look lonely; I looked independent and not wanting anything to do with any one; which was completely true.

I thought up more excuses. Maybe he was trying to be outgoing. Maybe he was one of those weird guys who saw independent girls as a challenge.

After that week I decided to become his personal stalker. I watched him every day and everyday my suspicions grew. He wasn’t out going or flirtatious. He was silent just like me. I was the only person he talked to.

I concentrated on the silhouette in the window, the rain blurring my view a little. Was he just like me?

Was he a witch?