You’re a normal guy. Very typical to be honest…You’re not a jock, you’re not a nerd, and you’re neither a gamer. You’re just a normal guy. You always had a crush on her – that girl, since your seventh grade. It’s your final year at school and the only one you have to get her in love with you too. She’s nice to you, she never scolded or treated you badly and above all you just want to make her happy.
There you are at the town’s carnival.
You see her at the cotton candy stand. She looks back at you and you wave, she’s with friends and they come by. There’s greetings and all those annoying scenes.
“So are you alone here?” she asks you with a smile.
“Yeah…hum, no. Well, I’m now but I’m waiting for a friend” you say.
“So…wanna hang out with us until he arrives?”
“No!” you regret immediately. She wasn’t expecting such harsh answer but still smiles back.
Do you want to go out with me tomorrow? Your head thinks of asking her. You shake it and loose the opportunity.
“See ya!” she flashes a smile once again and departs with her friends. You stay there looking at her, like the dumb guy you are. That’s when your phone rings and awakes you from the trance. You take a quick look at the screen: “Can’t make it bruh. Srry!”
“Dang it” you exclaim. Your best-friend just dumped you. You look around at the carnival and just think to yourself maybe you should get back home it would be for the best. You exit the fair all alone, avoiding the couples that are coming in with love and nothing but happiness. You walk down the road returning to your house. Geez, you feel sad! You look to the margin and decide to take the shortcut in the woods. It’s not that long and people must be using it to get to the fair, so you probably won’t get lonely.
You walk the path like you do every day to go to school. For some reason you find the path eerie, the trees look larger, the night looks darker and you weren’t paying attention to the road but to your cell phone…where did all that fog come from? You’re surrounded by a gloomy mist.
“Am I lost?”
But you can’t, you know this path like the palm of your hand…ouch, you bumped into a boulder. On top of it a female silhouette rips a scream out of your chest.
“Sorry” she sounds comforting. From the mist, now nearby the female silhouette appears. She much older than you, near forties, she has sweet eyes and beautiful traces. What is she wearing? Is that a cloak over a medieval dress and flashy necklace with gems.
“Hum…can I help you? The carnival is down the path…”
“I’m not looking for the carnival. I was looking for you” she says.
“Beg your pardon” you stutter.
“I was looking for you” she repeats and withdraws a white wand from her cloak. You don’t see her walking but she starts to circle you as if hovering. “A fine male specimen that’s all that I need. I chose you from the others…”
“Are you?” it suddenly hits you “the town’s witch?”
“I think so…I’ve heard that legend but I never knew it referred to me. But let’s do business, listen very closely here; I need a helping hand for the summer and you’d be perfect for it, for what I’ve seen of you”.
“You’ve been spying on me?”
“No…just character checking. Accept it…just for one summer, your parents will never know, no problems with school…I have my ways” she waved the wand with her last phrase and a track of light in some kind of fairy powder amazed you.”You’ll be the Igor and I’ll be Dr. Frankenstein, what do you say?”
The Igor comparison just repels you.
“Of course I’ll repay you…with magic. I’ll grant you three wishes: fame, money, everlasting love from your crush…”
Your eyes bug.
“What if I make it five wishes? Do you want have a deal with me?”
“I don’t know I have so many questions” the five wishes are indeed appealing but you hesitate.
“Just one summer adventure…I need a partner, a familiar. What do you see? One summer for five wishes that will change your life!”
She stands her hand and like a bolt you shake her hand and seal the deal. Did she make you do that? The Witch laughs scarily and the mist around you dissipates…you’re no longer in your path but in a dark haunted forest somewhere else. You ask her where you are but she ignores you. She withdraws her wand, waves it a piece of old paper appears floating in the air.
“Her the contract you sealed…”
“Shouldn’t I have read this before?” you ask as the paper gets closer to you and you read some of the paragraphs. “What’s a familiar?”
“That’s something to be my handyman and mainly test my spells and potions. In fact we’ll treat that right away, the other witches cannot see me with a human familiar, let’s see what you truly are…”
“What do you mean?”