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My friend is a witch (Fiction Fantasy Story)

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Claire breathed a sigh of exhaustion. As usual, on holidays he does morning sports activities by jogging in the city park. Under the shady garden tree, Claire sat down to enjoy the breeze around her.

Claire looked around. After feeling certain that no one was watching him, he moved his hand upwards. A drinking bottle came out of his bag which was located on a park bench some distance away from his seat. Claire smiled thinly. Then his hand moved backwards. And the bottle flew towards me. Claire quickly took the bottle and drank it.

“What are you doing?!” someone from behind him.

Claire held her breath. He turned his body slowly. There was a girl who was looking at what had happened. Claire bit her lower lip in fear. “Nothing” Claire said in a hurry then left the girl.

The girl was stuck in her place. He could not believe his vision. Did the bottle really fly? And the bottle was as arranged by the girl. Does that girl have magic powers? Or is he tricking someone else's vision?

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The girl walked with the middle-aged woman in front of her. After arriving at their destination, precisely in class IX A they entered. Then the middle-aged woman told the girl to introduce herself.

“For children?” welcome the middle-aged woman named Maspuroh.

“Morning also bu” replied the classmates.

“OK, before we start the lesson, symbok will introduce new students, please Claire” said bu Maspuroh.

“Include my name Claire Veela Zeus, I am commonly called Claire. I hope, you guys can help me during here, and can be my good friend, thank you.” Obviously Claire is long.

“The name is very difficult, but beautiful anyway, hehe.” Said a male student with a smile.

“Huuu” Cheers all students in that class.

“You've been quiet, and Claire please sit on the empty bench.” Lerai bu Maspuroh and told Claire to sit down.

The lesson goes quietly until the Rest bell rings. All the children are scattered out, while Claire chooses to remain in the classroom. Suddenly someone approached from the back of his seat.

“Hai, Claire, you remember me” said the girl who greeted Claire.

Deg, “The girl is here?” said Claire.

“emm, I think I remember” Claire replied doubtfully.

“hmm, sorry yes earlier already saw your free experiment watch it”

“Means?” ask Claire wonder.

“emm, don't talk about it, I know you won't explain it to me” replied the girl.

“okeh, by the way your name is who?”

“Oh yes, so curious to forget I know myself, my name is Datul, complete Sa’adatul Azalia, greetings know. hehe” said Datul with a smile. :)

“Oh, Datul by name?” Claire ber’oh ria.

“Yes, do you want to be my friend? or friends? I can be a good listener of your curses kok” bargained.

“By once, so now we're friends.” Claire answered firmly.

“Iya, friend.” replied Datul with great confidence.

But strangely enough Claire is a good and beautiful witch, unlike other witches who are evil and ugly with a long nose and then there are warts that are very creepy. Ever since I knew she was a witch, I wasn't afraid of her, I promised to keep her and if I broke my promise I told her to turn me into a frog.

The days we spent together. I'm grateful to have a witch friend like her, who has a lot in common with me, though not all of them. But over time, Claire got a terror that made us shocked. The terror came every day, even the last I saw Claire get a gift containing a witch doll that was stabbed by a knife and bleeding. In the gift contains a letter that says “The Witch must Die!!!”.

I don't know who sent it, but Claire accuses me of creating the terror, because all she knows is that I'm the one she told me about her identity as a witch.

I always apologized to him, but he didn't want to believe me.

This time I texted him and told him to meet me at the park.

'I wait exactly 20:00 in the park, I beg you come”.

Time shows exactly 20:00. Claire looked for the figure of the person who had invited her to meet.

“Where's Datul? he said he was waiting for me, but why isn't he there?” Claire snorted in annoyance.

“Akh, surely he lied and reneged on his promise again!” dumelku while waiting for Datul. “huh, I better go home!” claire continued walking. Suddenly from behind someone hit Claire, causing Claire to faint.

Wake up Claire is already in a very dirty and seedy place, precisely in the warehouse. But who brought Claire here? and why is Claire sitting in a bound state? Claire kept wondering and Claire started to get scared.

“Datul certainly did all this, from he knew about me and pretended to be my best friend, then terrorized me, and now he's going to harm me”. Inner Claire. Claire accuses Datul as well as her heart, but her conjecture turns out to be wrong when a middle-aged man appears in front of her.

“Dad?” spotan I was shocked when I found out the person who locked me was my own father.

“Shut up! I'm not your father, and you're not my son, but you're the Witch's son!' Snapped at the middle-aged man, which hurt me.

'Dad, why do you do this? Why would you tie me up in a place like this? What's gonna kill me? Just like you killed mom, because you're also a witch?' Claire was getting louder and weeping.

'You know what I mean by a child of witches! Hahaha' said the man with a laugh.

'KREK' Sounds like a bottle that someone else stepped on from near the door. It turned out that the man saw the incident from the beginning and heard all their words.

'Who's there, get out!' tell the man.

'Akh, damn I'll be heard again' My mind. I decided to come out of my hiding place and face them.

'Datul' said Claire in shock.

'Oh, so this is your friend? Then he too must die, for he knows this. Raise your hands!' Have the praia put the gun away and point it at me.

'No dad! Just kill me, innocent Datul!' Claire crying.

'Don't kill me, and release Claire, she's your son, you know, ' I said.

'No! You two must die!' The guy shot me, but nothing. Before the thunder slid towards me, there was a big wind gust from Claire's direction, so that the bullet could not get to me even in the other direction. It turns out Claire tried to help me with her magic, after she untied her body with her magic as well. And the man was pushed along by the wind that made him hit the wall and die. After the incident Claire apologized to me, because she had misjudged me, so did I. We are both grateful to each other. We will continue to be friends.

Finishes.

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