Thread: Summoned [ Google and Modern ]

They've always said that your college years are the best years of your life. You break free from the social awkwardness of high school, cast away the cliques and start on your own journey of self discovery and independence. Or at least, that's how it was supposed to go. For Morgan Bellerose, college was every bit as hellish as high school had been. The university she had gotten into was the SAME university that her tormentors had also gotten into. She'd suffered with their taunting for the past four years and now she was suffering through it through her college years. It was unfair. In highschool they had every reason to pick on her. She'd never been the prettiest girl, or the most fashion forward. Most of the time, her clothing came second hand from either the thrift store or her mom's closet. Back then Morgan couldn't see what the point was of spending more than three dollars on a shirt. Plus, she'd been kind of heavy in high school and thrift stores catered to her pudgy appearance. She had never worn makeup, nor fixed her black hair usually she wore her hair long, wavy with faded bleached streaks in it. She regretted every styling her hair like that now. She had worn thick rimmed glasses, a plethora of gaudy costume jewelry and her skin was as cratered as the moon. But it wasn't only her appearance that caused her to become the butt of every joke. Morgan also identified herself as a witch. Being a young, self proclaimed witch was pretty much like slapping on a giant sign that said I'm a freak! for all the world to see and mock. Thank god that was just high school. By the summer before school started, Morgan had cleaned herself up. She'd started to exercise and tone her body into something still curved, but not as lumpy as she formerly was. With her new healthy lifestyle the zits went away, her hair looked healthier and actually straightened and styles, and she actually started to buy clothes from actual department stores. In celebration of her new found freedom as she headed for college, she'd even got a tattoo of a Mexican sugar skull and pierced her lip. Things were going to be so great for her. College was going to be starting, she was going to be able to start over and make new friends who never knew her in high school and she was even going to start a job as a student librarian at the college's campus library. Things were perfect until the first day of class. Every single feeling of freedom, joy and confidence that she'd gained over the summer went away as she opened the door to her English class and saw the three girls who made her life hell sitting right there in front of her. Becky, Jen and Chelsea just seeing them sitting there in their Abercrombie polo's and overpriced distressed jeans made her stomach fall to the floor. They hadn't noticed her at first, but when the professor took role they noticed and almost instantly the snickers started. I bet she hexed her weight off! I heard she got liposuction from the devil! The jokes, although stupid, bothered her none the less. Every single damn day she had to put up with them asking her if she'd killed any goats lately or hexed any old women. And every single day she sat there silently, refusing to say a word. 'Just five months' Morgan would remind herself, 'five months and the semester will be over. Just five months'. She thought she could do it, she really did. But there was only so much she could take. After a rather nasty joke, Morgan finally lost it. In the middle of lecture she snapped and threw her book across the classroom screaming that they were self centered whores and needed to shut their botox infused faces before she shut it for them. Instantly, her professor had her thrown out of class and dropped her from the course for her outburst. Never before had she been dropped from any class. She'd always been a perfect student, never missed a day, never missed a course. And now she was dropped from her class? That was going to go on her record and DESTROY any hopes of perfection that she'd hoped to have. Morgan was devastated. Morgan sat in her tiny apartment crying and shaking with anger. It was all their fault. Those dumb whores never failed to ruin her life. She'd get them back...somehow. She just needed a good way-- And that's when it hit her. Nothing she could verbally say could get to them like it did her, and she would never bring herself to physically hurt someone. But there was another way. She could hex them. And not just a stupid hex like in highschool where she'd try to give them zits. She would summon a spirit, the devil or something to destroy them. It was a brilliant plan and exactly what she was going to do. That night, she drew a pentagram on floor with chalk and set up a few candles. Sitting in the middle with a small knife she focused all of her energy on summoning something to destroy her enemies for her. Curse my enemies, curse my fears, she chanted softly and dug the knife into her palm hard enough to draw blood. Curse those who have brought me tears, curse those who have done me wrong. Make their punishment long and strong! The blood from her hand dripped slowly onto a candle set before her. The air felt heavy and electrified as she kept going on and on, repeating the same lines over and over. She kept on till she was almost out of breath and until her head started pounding like a drum. This is my will, so mote it be! She waited....nothing happened. So she waited longer....still nothing happened. Giving a disgruntled groan, Morgan threw the knife across the small apartment, blew out the candles and angrily stormed off to bed. Who was she kidding? She wasn't really a witch. Nothing she did ever worked. Without even bothering to put on her pajamas, she laid down on her bed and fell into a restless sleep.