I Hate Witches

"Aargh! Easy, please!" Keegan snapped as a woman with pointy ears and white hair cleaned his wound in the treatment room.

Keegan's face looked flushed, especially around the eye area. There were brown spots like blisters on the skin.

"Keep your hands off your face, or they'll get allergic too." Miss Abigaily---an elf who was also the school nurse---stopped Keegan's hand when the young man was about to touch the wound on his face.

"Don't give me witch potions! It's disgusting!"

"This is a prescription for elven medicine. Don't worry." Miss Abigaily opened a vial filled with a glistening liquid. "Your auto-immunity cannot treat your wound, because the allicin in garlics is difficult for your body to resist." She explained as she's smearing Keegan's face with the potion.

"I knew about that already!" Keegan snapped.  The young man's pale but handsome face looked so annoyed. "This nasty witch, she has to pay for this." He muttered.

Miss Abigaily shook her head slowly. "Why do you always get into trouble with the kids from The Witch class?"

"Because we hate them. They don't deserve to be in the Freaky world. They are just human who pretend to have power like us, just because they are gifted with brilliant minds."

Miss Abigaily chuckled. She examined the wound on Keegan's face which was gradually disappearing. "You just don't know, Keegan. There are some of them who are destined to have dark power. They are quite dangerous if they can't control their power."

Keegan sighed. "I haven't heard about that in a long time. Haven't they been slaughtered by the church ever since they were exiles trying to blend in the two worlds?" All he knew was, in fact, witches were now famous for their experiments making healing potions and such.

Miss Abigaily pouted. "I'm only telling you what I know, Keegan. Well, your wound is gone. Now, go," asked the the long white gray-haired woman.

Keegan's face was back to normal. He walked out of the treatment room furiously. Gossip about the incident in the library must have spread throughout the school. He knew that there were many students around him who were secretly watching him, even though they didn't dare to show any expression.

Keegan's self-esteem was completely shattered. He really had to avange what Lyla Helliwell did to him.

***

Lyla sat across from Mrs Campbell---the principal---with her head down. The woman with the skin covered with fine scales had not finished confronting Lyla's actions in the library a few hours ago.

"Keegan Dragomir wants my blood." Lyla said defensively.

"Oh really? Don't you know this school has stock of animal blood for Vampire kids? Why would Keegan want your blood?" said Mrs. Campbell.

"He hates Witches."

The bald-headed woman let out a rough breath. "The Freaky World has been at peace in a long time. Nobody hates each other. That's why this school was built, where children of all races mingle."

Lyla took a deep breath. "From the books I've read, Vampires have been opposing the existence of witches in the Freaky world since hundreds of years ago." She said, remembering what she had read in a history book from her home library.

"That era is over, Lyla." Mrs. Campbell insisted. She took Lyla's spray bottle on the table, and showed it in front of the girl's face.  "I don't want this to happen again. If you are being stubborn, I will put you in the Silent Room for a few days."

Lyla rolled her eyes. She wasn't the one who's looking for trouble, why was she the one who's being confronted. That Keegan---damn vampire---sucked.

After Mrs. Campbell was done with her and confiscated the spray bottle filled with the garlic juice she had enchanted, Lyla stormed out of the principal's office, annoyed.  Annoyed at the pale boy who always made problem with her ever since she stepped foot in this school.

"Lyla!" Louisa called as she grabbed Lyla's arm and dragged her down the stairs. "You ... how many times have I warned you not to get into trouble with Dragomir." The girl's pale face looked worried.

"He's the one who's looking for trouble with me."  Lyla pulled a rough arm from Louisa's grasp. "I hate bullies."

"Why don't you just ignore him? Argh! Now Keegan will always be after you. He will definitely harm you." Louisa blurted out worriedly.

"I can take care of myself." Lyla said as she stepped out of the teachers' building. Louisa ran after her roomate.

"Shit!" screamed Louisa when she saw the figure of Keegan and his two friends just leaving the Vampire class building.

Louisa hastily grabbed Lyla's arm and immediately dragged the girl away, then ran into their dormitory.

"Hei! What are you doing?" asked Lyla once the two of them were in the lobby of the dorm.

"I saw Keegan and his friends coming out from the Vampire class." Louisa's breath hitched.

"So what?" Lyla squinted.

"I'm afraid he'll take revenge on you."

Lyla laughed. "I'm sure he will do it. But, as I told you, I am not afraid of him."

Louisa clucked angrily. The girl shook her head, then looked at Lyla with unexplainable eyes.

"Why are you so afraid of him?" asked Lyla in astonishment.

Louisa didn't answer immidiately. The girl actually turned around and climbed the stairs to their room on the third floor.

"Hei! You haven't answered my question." Lyla said when the they were already in the room.

"The Dragomir family is very influential in the world of Freaky. If they want to, they can do really terrible things if someone gets in trouble with them."

"Isn't there no more strife in the Freaky world?" said Lyla, repeating what Mrs. Campbell had said a moment ago. "All people have agreed to live in peace since hundreds of years ago, haven't they?"

Louisa sat on the edge of her bed---which resembled a coffin---as she's lowering her head. "Do you believe in all that? That ... The Freaky's world is indeed peaceful?"

Lyla turned her face towards the window.  "I don't know ... or I guess I just don't care."

"Being nonchalant sometimes gets us into a lot of trouble." Louisa says. The girl flashed a cheerful smile as usual.

"Or the other way around," said Lyla. Although deep inside she justified the words of the blood-drinking girl. In fact, her aloof response of surrounding  had made people more eager to annoy her. Lyla, who was always bring herself had been the target for bullying by the people around her.

***