“Welcome to the 7,459th annual Witch Convention. Please don’t forget to leave your black cats, toads, werewolves, manticores, chimeras, and any other in the cages provided,” a monotone feminine voice drones from somewhere up high. 
“Ah, Hazel, how wonderful to see you again!” I glance behind my shoulder and see a witch in an emerald-colored robe walking towards me. I suppress a sigh of dismay upon seeing my aunt.  “What do you think of your very first Witch Convention?”
“It’s...

“I don’t think this is such a great idea,” Donny whispered, tugging on his companion's coat sleeve.
“Oh, come on Donny, don't be such a baby,” Liam sneered as he fiddled with the button of his flashlight. Donny scowled and hoisted his backpack up over his shoulders. Why did Liam have to be so bossy all the time? With a loud ‘Aha!’ that nearly made Donny wet his pants, Liam finally got the flashlight on. Between the flashlight beam and...

That’s strange… I thought to myself. Why would she want me to meet her at midnight? I hadn’t seen her face, but it sounded like the voice of a young girl. It had sounded oddly familiar, though I couldn’t place my finger on it. Like trying to hold on to the last wisps of a dream before they drifted away. I kept walking down the street, faster now. I heard quick footsteps behind me and I bristled. Don’t be silly....

Author’s Note:
Whenever you see ‘Jenny’ or ‘Jason’ above a section, that means it is from that character’s perspective.
Jenny
“You look fine Jenny, stop freaking out,” Meg, my best friend says. I gaze at her in awe. Her long curly brown hair hangs down past her shoulders in waves, just brushing the small of her back. Her lilac-colored dress sparkles in the evening light, casting a million tiny pinpoints of light around the room. Plum colored flowers wrap around...

Well, that’s the last time I’d ever try that again. I can’t believe it. What’s wrong with a little practical joke? No need to be so serious. It didn’t hurt anyone. Mostly. Well, it did, but the doctors said Matilda would be fine. So no harm, no foul. What’s the big whoop? It’s certainly not worth sending me away because I’m a “danger” to others. 
I heave a long-suffering, dramatic sigh and pull my luggage out of the back of...