After Midnight || Kaya & Kyle
It was late, much later than that stupid curfew she had. The brunette was tired of all this, tired of being a witch. Is there a return policy on powers? No, probably not. Well shit. Why did it have to be her? Didn't this gene tend to skip around generations? So why did it have to be her? She didn't feel special, she felt like a freak.
Her eyes wandered the street ahead of her, when finally a blonde boy caught her eye. The way he walked was strange. One could thing about all this witch shit was that she wasn't afraid to be alone like this, late at night. With the flick of her wrist, she could send someone flying. So, she approaches him.
He looked much more scared of her than she would ever be of him. Confused, too.
That had always been her best quality, her gigantic heart. Even when it came to strangers.