The Witches

I stood in the mirror and watched myself. I wore a black leotard which captured my hourglass figure pretty well. My breasts were huge, even made a little cleavage. My waist skinny, and my thighs large, God really took her time when he formed this Venezuelan beauty that is me.

Marisa came over and hugged me from behind. "Hey, good luck out there,"

I held her arms for a short while and we broke off our hug. She looked at me in the mirror as well, she plated the fishnet on my head. And dug in her sling bag to grab a red flowery Aliceband, the flowers looked like they were on fire which spoke to me. "Marisa, aww. I love it,"

She kissed me on the cheek. I pointed at the mirror, "how do I look? And be honest,"

She scanned me and shook her head. "What? You look amazing,"

"Thanks. I feel so naked."

Jessica walked up to us. She wore the same black leotard, the first thing I did was search for her bulge. But it seemed to me that she pulled it to the back because I couldn't see it. She folded her long slender arms and smirked. "Ready?"

She's so fake. I used to like her a lot but each time I see her I want to cry.

"Hmm... Bessy..."

"It's... Bethany, The Bethany Wright," Marisa corrected. But leave her to let her say what she wants.

"Barbie, I wasn't talking to you,"

"Being called, Barbie could never be an insult. It just implies that you wanna kiss me. Now, skedaddle because this," she pointed between us all, "disrespect, will NOT be tolerated,"

today. I know this has been a dream to many of you and today your dream might become a reality. Kick arse out there and do your absolute worse. After all, this game is about the beauty of death,

be downright a bitch towards

enormous smile plastered on her face. "Good luck again, and

"Thanks, and thanks for standing up to Jessie for

reply. She just grinned and

rows, boys and girls and told us that in official games the two teams would be called and when we hear our school's

weren't many spectators, a few supporters and a few actual fans who came to see the try-outs. We said The Phoenix Rite and got on our birds which were already on the field. I stood on the cement field, soon it will be covered in ashes. The field was large, and

12 boys and 12 girls. But today we were about 100 who tried out. We had to fight until there were either 12 girls or boys. The twelve is automatically

why he was late? I had no idea. He wore sporty which caught me by surprise. I didn't

This is Karan, he's from Tah-bani and he was on their team. He was the best player and now he'll be joining us. Please give him

hands and cheered. We started the game, even if Karan wasn't already promised a spot, he would've been on nonetheless. He was real good, he killed fast. Burning witches with his natural

wings as we all decided what to do next, staring each other down in suspicion. I could feel the fans watching in

what Karan's next move is. I wanted to kill that son of bitch that did something to me although I don't know what it was. I just know she did something. I lit up my hand, holding tightly onto the collar of my bird. I mustered as much flame as

be sore when she wakes up. She looked at me in pure hatred, but I couldn't mind. This was my turf, and she had to know. Her ashes fell on the ground, some flying into the audience. She and

looked at me. Two players left, the winner becomes the new captain since the previous one just burnt to death. His scaly green eyes darted at me with a massive smile on his slithering glittery face. He lifted his hands, he's going to use both his hand for

Game-on.

the collar of my bird. Which made him even more confident in winning the fight.

my bird covered us with his big wing and flew higher to quickly restore its wing. He followed, shooting again. This time I made a flame shield, his flame shot against it but couldn't penetrate. My heart sunk in relief because I wasn't sure if that was going to work or not. I shot flames as well. He blocked it with a spell. I'm not the best with spoken spells without wands. Heck, I'm not even good at performing spells with the wand. I depend

him off with a blaze of my own. The fire burnt out, which appeared to impress the crowd. If we were going to shoot flames, we were going to have to touch each other directly. Since if the flame

and watched in panic, it neared us so fast. Started burning us before it

but my bird and I turned to ashes without experiencing any of the pain that would come with it. Like I mentioned before, I hate pain. So I try to avoid it as much as I can. So