Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Monday, August 15th 2000
Agatha’s POV:
I hate Mondays. There’s only one thing I hate more than Mondays and it’s school. School is torture and I’ve been kicked out of almost every type of school in world. Catholic, Christian, Public, Private, Charter. Every. Single. One. But this year I’m a senior. My last first day of school ever. This year I’m going to Westview high whatever the hell that is hopefully it’s better than the last.
I hop out of bed feeling like death wishing I was dead and walk over to my bathroom to get ready. I put on a pair of purple pants and a white top it looks like shit but it’s the best it gonna get. I throw my hair up into a bun and grab my bag. I just pray today is better than the last 11 first days of school.
*Time Skip*
I get to the school and I already want to go home. I make my way to my first class Spanish III with Ms. Vidal. Sounds like a pain in the ass. I’m awful at Spanish I barely passed I and II. Making my way to the classroom I see many other students. One girl with a long pink coat and beautiful dark skin catches my eye. She smiles at me and I smile back. I never smile this early in the morning. I get to the classroom and take a deep breath before I enter. This last year I think to myself as I walk in and take a seat next to the pretty girl from the hallway.
“Hi I’m Jen” she says to me and now that I’m this close I can really see how gorgeous she is her hair is cut short and she has beautiful brown eyes and the prettiest smile.
“Oh um, hi I’m Agatha” I say realizing how long I’ve been looking. “Sorry I was staring I didn’t mean to your just like really pretty” I said nervously my face as pink as her coat and dress.
“It’s fine Preciosa, no me importa en absoluto que te quedes mirando”
“Um what” I say making her laugh aloud.
“You’re in Spanish III but don’t know any basic words. I feel bad for your because Ms. Vidal is a real bitch”
“Is that so” I heard a new voice laced with a heavy accent say. It was a beautiful woman who couldn’t be much older than I am wearing a black blazer and an extremely tight skirt leaning over our desk. “What’s your name?” She asked looking dead at me.
“Agatha. Agatha Harkness”
“Well Agatha Harkness you have detention today and you can find out how much of a bitch I really am” she said still leaning over the desk and way to close(or not close enough to my face).
“Yes ma’am” I mumbled my face flushed red with embarrassment Jen turned to me and gave me an apologetic look and I smiled back. What’s happened happened now I just have to wait for detention.