Hundred and twenty- five

It was when I got back to my coven, that I realized that my expectations were a far cry from reality. Peering up at the creaky wooden ceiling, I laid down on my bed, letting the harsh actuality of life weigh down upon me. I had gotten to the coven a day before, full of hope and a spring in my step as I walked. But all those hopes were dashed when I realized that no one even spared me a glance, nor looked my way once, even though I stood out like a sore thumb in the coven.

Not only that, they barely noticed my absence as I left, despite how small our coven was. I found it absurd, as it has been weeks, months even since I left, but no one thought to check up or observe that some people were missing out on their numbers. They were such selfish and pretentious pricks. Why did I think good of them in the first place? I knew something like this might have happened, yet I still wanted to give them the benefit of doubt. And what do I get? Ignorance. Pure and utter ignorance. Plus the cherry