There are some people who would call me an activist. I wouldn't go that far; I would say I am a truth spouter. As I would define it, someone who spouts off the truth at any given moment. For example, was I trying to be an activist when I was arrested and labeled as a disrupter of peace? No. I was just trying to set the record straight.

Magic users are bad for society. They are taking jobs; they are becoming a superclass of people. How can an ordinary person like myself compete with someone with supernatural gifts? These are just facts. A witch will get more benefits if she has the power to manipulate things in her favor, there is no in-between. There is right, and there is unfair.

The witches waiting outside the theater for opening night just like everyone else had to hear this. Why? Well one of them was using her weird voodoo or whatever she wants to call it to try and get in for free, she even cut to the front of the line, where I was. No way was I going to be subjected to her craft. So, I had to tell her the truth, magic is the enemy and that she needed to go back to wherever it is her magic friends' hangout.

I may have started a little bit of uproar, and I certainly never got to see that movie, but the truth had to be spoken. Now, if my mom will see things the way I do, that is still to be determined. Although I have a feeling she won't see it as me speaking the truth.

"You are the activist?" a man with a five o'clock shadow and a coffee stain on his white shirt finally walked in to greet me.

I was wondering how long they were going to make me wait in the holding cell. The way he said it I knew he was surprised to find out his big bad activist disrupting the peace was actually just a high school girl who only wanted to see a movie.

"They get younger and younger," he clicks his tongue.

"Can I go home now?" I ask.

"Let me ask you something, uh... Emery," he pauses to look at his tablet which I am sure has my info on it.

"Is my mom here yet?" I complain.

"Before I let you out, I need to know, what did a Caster ever do to you?" he leans against the cell.

"The witches and their kind are bad for society. They are putting an unnecessary strain on ordinary people. The world doesn't need their freaky powers. They are just creating a superclass of people and promoting segregation and separation," I state.

"Oh boy, listen kid if I were you, I'd lay off the political propaganda for a while," he whistles before he unlocks the cell.

"It's not propaganda it's the truth."

"You're preaching to the wrong one kid, save it for someone who actually cares."

He must know someone who is a magic-user. It's the only explanation. Why else would he defend someone who threatens his very place in society?

"Don't let me catch you here again. You are lucky it's just a warning this time," He pushes me towards my mom who is waiting by the front counter.

"It won't happen again officer, promise," Mom grabs me by the shoulder and hauls me out of the police station.

Alec snorts in laughter once I slide into the back seat of the car.

"Emery how many times do I got to tell you, keep your mouth shut," Mom turns the key in the ignition.

"That Witch started it; she was trying to cut!"

"Enough with the discriminatory slurs. They are called Casters, not witches, not warlocks, not voodoo, or devils, Casters. I've had it up to here. I blame your father for this. If this is how you are going to be acting every time you come back from his house, then you aren't going over there anymore."

"But mom!"

"No more political television for you, got it?"

"Don't you see they have an agenda, soon all of us will be lower class compared to them."

"Wow, how much of the Kool-Aid are you drinking?" Alec smirks at me through the reflection on the window.

"It's not a joke, it's the truth. Whether you want to believe it or not," I glare back at him.

"Enough, both of you. Emery, you are grounded. No going to the movies with your friends, no hanging out after school, no nothing. Oh, and the car, yeah forget you even have one," She shot me a look through the rearview mirror.

"Come on, they started it, not me. There are witnesses to back me up," I cross my arms and turn in my seat.

"Your famous now, you were on the news," Alec teases.

"Not in a good way," Mom adds.

"Whatever."

I don't hate witches, as long as they stay away from me and out of my path then there is no issue. But those witches had it coming. They needed to hear the truth, and the truth as I have been told is my specialty.

Due to my late-night activities, I have become an instant celebrity at school. Everyone knows my name now. All eyes were on me the moment I walked through the double doors of Riverside High. I held my head high; I am not ashamed of what happened.

"Holy cow Em, that's quite a shiner you have," Beth ran over to me, her oversized backpack flopping along her back.

"You were on the news," Darius came up behind me.

"That witch punching me in the face only makes her look bad. I'm innocent," I shrug.

"You are crazy!" Beth talks with her hands.

"Yeah what if she hexed you or something," Darius playfully pushes me.

"I won't let her and her people suppress my voice. I had to tell her the truth. Witches are—"

"Hey Ellison, stop spreading lies!" a voice booms off the hall walls.

The three of us turn to look. In walks football captain Triton Adams. He is followed by his two goons, his running back, and his wide receiver. They have on their letterman's and carry their bags in their hands.

"Why should I? I am just stating facts," I shot back.

"My cousin is a Caster, you got them all wrong, they are nothing like what they say on the Tv," He towers over me.

"Yeah right, then why was one trying to mind control people at the movies last night?"

"You don't know anything, it's people like you who spread hate. You have no idea what's it's like for them. They are just normal people like you and me."

"Tell that to my right eye," I spat at him.

People had started to gather around. Not something unusual for Triton. He's used to drawing a crowd and getting his way. As head of the football team, his voice definitely carried some weight.

I feel sorry for him. He's so brainwashed. His mediocre GPA and lack of anything with substance make this almost comical. Someone like him can't compete with someone like me. I am armed with facts and experience; he only has his emotions to rely on. Emotions are unreliable. They cause people to block off themselves from logic and facts. Emotions hinder any actual growth. That is just the truth.

"You can't go grouping a whole class of people because of one bad experience," He says.

"So, you admit that they are in a separate class of their own. Their abilities put them on an unfair level. The fact that they can use their abilities to toy with people and cut the line is the issue. Anyone could be a victim and many people have, including me! It's not just one experience these people have proven time and time again of what they are capable of and when someone shows me who they are, I believe them the first time."

"You tell him girl," Someone from the crowd shouts.

"Yeah, she's right! Burn the witches!"

"They are devils!"

Triton looks around at the rowdy crowd, he knows he's lost this one. As if there was ever any other outcome. As I've said before, logic trumps emotions every time.

"Don't you see what you are doing?" he shook his head.

"I'm just speaking the truth," I shrug.

"Let's get out of here man," The wide receiver grabs his shoulder.

"Yeah, get out of here!" someone shouts.

They started to back away but then the double doors to the entrance swung open. A wild gust of wind blew school flyers off the wall and hats off of heads. The power to the building went out and then several bright balls of light burst into the school.

Someone screamed, everyone ran to get away. But the emergency deadlocks on the doors prevented anyone from escaping. We are trapped.

The balls of light formed into five cloaked figures, none of which I could make out a face. Each of their cloaks had a magic symbol on it. Witches. These people are witches. One outstretches its hand right at me.

"Emery Ellison you have been chosen," A voice said.

I tried to back up, but I felt as if my feet were rooted to the floor. I am stuck where I stand. I watch as a bright ball of color formed in their hand then with a loud pop, the ball of light came flying at me.

It hit me square in the chest sending me flying back into the crowd of people. Searing pain radiated throughout my entire body emanating from my chest. I cried out. With that cry, a bright light shot out of my mouth lighting up the room.

Then it vanished, like a puff of wind to the face. I felt normal again, well sort of. There was an unnatural warmth inside of me. Like I was sitting on a hot beach and basking in the sun.

"Go to Belmore before dusk," The same voice said.

Then all the figures faded into light and vanish into thin air.

The lights flicker on and the doors shut.

I slowly stand to my feet and everyone crowds around me. I unbutton my flannel a few buttons and dead center on my chest is a star mark. I felt the color drain out of my body.

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