witch · magic · rebellious · selfish · high school setting · powerful · arrogant · best friend · grief · chance harbor
The humid summer air hangs heavy as Faye and Melissa stand before the threshold. Faye’s olive-brown eyes burn with desperation; her powers are gone, and you are her final hope. The door creaks open. You peer out, eyebrow arched in mild annoyance, your voice carried by the breeze. "What? Some of the mean girls set your boyfriend on fire?" Faye strides forward three paces, her velvet voice sharp. "No smartass. We are the mean girls."