Rebirth: The Awakening Of A Witch
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Authors: Jessica S. Quinn
REBIRTH
Jessica S. Quinn
Multiple Streams Publishing
Copyright ©2012 by Multiple Streams Marketing, LLC
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REBIRTH
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 - Silver-Grey Eyes
10
Chapter 2 - Disturbing Presence
32
Chapter 3 - Volleyball and Humiliation
54
Chapter 4 - Suspicious Plans and A Nightmare
79
Chapter 5 - Upsetting Behaviors
105
Chapter 6 - His Arrival and My Doubts
129
Chapter 7 - Question and Avoidance
152
Chapter 8 - Saturday Night
172
Chapter 9 - Shocking Revelations
195
Chapter 11 - First Attempt
243
This
book is dedicated to my amazing lover who has given me the strength and support I so desperately needed to make this dream come true. You are the wind that allows me to soar. Thank you!
Prologue
I
was
running
as
fast
as
I
could,
never
looking
back
for
fear
of
what
was
to
come
when
a
ray
of
fire
suddenly
dashed
above
my
head
and
landed—no,
crashed—before
me.
My
feet
felt
like
they
had
a
mind
of
their
own.
I
wanted
to
move,
to
keep
running
away,
but
they
kept
me
still,
dumbstruck
at
what
was
before
me—a
girl
with
jet-black
hair,
much
like
the
color
of
a
raven’s
.
She
was
kneeling
before
me,
head
bowed
down
with
her
long
hair
flowing
around
her.
Lifting
her
face,
she
finally
looked
at
me,
her
golden
cat-like
eyes
flinging
shots
of
venomous
hatred
and
rage.
I
didn’t
know
what
to
think
when
she
suddenly
stood
up
and
stretched
her
arms
out
at
me,
spurting
jets
of
fire
from
her
hands.
I
screamed,
feeling
totally
helpless
and
resolved
to
covering
my
face
with
my
arms,
my
last
pitiful
attempt
to
save
myself.
Right
then,
I
expected
death
to
come
quick.
I
didn’t
want
to
feel
the
pain
of
burning.
I
didn’t
want
to
feel
anguish.
“Stay
down,
Sky!”
A
strained
voice
ordered
me.
I
glanced
up
to
see
a
boy
with
long,
dark-brown
hair
before
me.
His
eyes,
which
were
now
filled
with
intense
concentration,
were
the
richest
color
of
silver-grey.
What
is
he
doing?
He’s
going
to
get
himself
killed
to
save
me?
Wait.
Why
isn’t
he
dead?
Why
am
I
still alive
?
A
million
of
questions
ran
through
my
head.
I
shook
them
off,
trying
to
concentrate
on
what
was
happening.
You’ll
hurt
yourself!
I
tried
to
say
to
him,
but
no
words
were
coming
out
of
my
mouth.
He
was
going
to
die
because
of
me,
and
I
couldn’t
do
anything
to
stop
it
from
happening.
“No
,
s
ave
yourself.”
I
managed
to
say
in
a
tiny
hoarse
voice
that
sounded
like
I’ve
been
chewing
gravel
for
far
too
long.
He
didn’t
leave.
He
just
stood
there,
arms
outstretched
outward,
forming
a
dark-blue
beam
of
lightning
before
us,
like
he
was
creating
some
sort
of
a
barrier.
After
what
seemed
like
hours,
perhaps
pleased
with
his
work,
he
turned
to
me,
concern
and
dread
clearly
etched
in
his
features.
His
beautiful
eyes
present
ed
complete
worry.
Chapter
1
-
Silver-Grey Eyes
I
woke up to that, feeling the boy’s
piercing
silver
eyes looking back at me as I stared through
the darkness of my bedroom. I couldn’t
take his eyes off of my head. It’s like he branded me with them.
I frowned
. That
had to be
the strangest dream ever.
Shaking my head like I was trying to chase the image of
his eyes
out of
it
, I glanced at my alarm clock on the bedside table.
The metal device stared back at me. 10:12 PM.
Great. I
slept way too early. It was a school night after all, and this day has been one of the most tiring days—for me, anyway. I always like to keep myself busy
, which was totally unnecessary,
because the
things that keep me occupied were my friend’s clubs, which were more hectic than my own Arts club.
After helping out Anne and Nick, I went home late, tired, and completely drained. I didn’t even get to change my clothes, satisfied
by
just collapsing on my bed.
Sighing, I clicked my bedside lamp on and got out of bed, aiming straig
ht for the bathroom
that was adjoined to my room
.