Melinda; that was her name; Melinda Gray. An evil witch under a disguise of make up, popularity and a smile that would make anyone melt into her devilish clutches.
Evie Nessel, the vile clone of the witch, ready to strike at Melinda's defence at anything, at any cost. She was well trained for a monkey from hell. If she was left to her own devices i always imagined she'd go off the rails and be a complete menace. I guess i would never know...
I had gone to Primary school with Evie, but she had some distant connection with 'the witch' and i think that Melinda had influenced her with some strange voodoo as soon as she was brought into the world - even though she would have only been a couple of days old herself. I've never met her mother face to face but Melinda must have got her repulsive personality from somewhere.
It began when we started year eight at secondary school. Though to be honest i don't really know what it was.
I kept noticing them looking at me across the classroom, or from a distance in the lunch hall, or not so discreetly following me in the hallways. I was getting really bugged by it, knowing that at anytime they could be standing write behind me with Melinda using her witch 'powers' to read my thoughts or convince me to do one of their dirty deeds or something - i had a bit of an over reactive imagination back then.
It was only when they ambushed me on my walk home - alone of course - that i found out what was going on.
I merely daydreamed my way through the conversation that was happening around me as they forcefully continued to trot by my side, arms linked tight, tarted up, all the way to my house. I shouldn't have shown them where I lived; big mistake. Sometimes I heard them say 'I never realised how pretty you are until I got up close.' in their shrill, girlie, annoying voices. There was also a mention of 'freak', 'loser' and 'But now i realise i was wrong' but i could sense the sarcasm in the last phrase.
When i reached my door, i heard them shout ' So it's settled, your coming into town with us on Saturday to buy you some new clothes. We can't have you looking like that when you're hanging around with us from now on, can we?' and that's when i woke up from mumbling hopefully at the write moments and felt a spasm of shock run through me.
Hang around with them? What kind of life ruining, hideous enchantment was that?
