CHAPTER FOUR ~Chanel

I've never seen Siobhan look as distress as she did at that moment. Her grandmother has been in the kitchen preparing a healing spell but it's the wrong one. Shiv's parents died in the coven fight leaving her with her nana.

"I don't understand why you don't want to take him to the hospital. He suffered a blow to the head and that's why he isn't waking up. Keeping him in your room will do no good, besides, the police can catch the bastards that did this." Alina says. If only she knows.

Nana comes in thankfully which stops Shiv from answering. She calls me to the kitchen then gives me the correct herbs I need for the Spell. The difference between my lineage magic and Shiv's lineage is mine is directly connected to the most powerful ancestral witches. She hands me the herbs, chamomile, mug wort, lamb's cress, plantain, mayweed, nettle, crab-apple, thyme and fennel. I start crushing and mixing them into a salve.

"Tierra Abajo, Cielo Arriba, llena de Amor la oscuridad de la Noche. El sol de la mañana te quitará el dolour y te despertarás renovado. Tierra Abajo, Cielo Arriba, llena de Amor la oscuridad de la Noche. El sol de la mañana te quitará el dolour y te despertarás renovado. Tierra Abajo, Cielo Arriba, llena de Amor la oscuridad de la Noche. El sol de la mañana te quitará el dolour y te despertarás renovado." I tiptoe to Shiv's room, so the girls won't see me.

Jarett lay there unconscious, and I can feel the pain he is in. I open his mouth and insert few drops of the potion inside then place my hand on his forehead. "Sana. Sana. Sana." I hope this works. Hang in there, Jar, you'd be better soon. Be strong.

The girls are arguing about what to get each other for Christmas this year. Christmas is always my favorite time of the year because the days are filled with celebration and everybody is always happy, the decorations trigger emotions within me. I love Christmas.

"I want a new laptop. I don't care where you get the money from to buy one. I'm tired of those measly gifts you always buy." Kourtney demands.

" Puh-lease. We all know your dad is going to get you the latest laptop by Christmas. The whole school is going to be shocked." Siobhan replies.

"Speaking of school, have you guys seen the new girl?"

"What new girl?" the rest of us ask in unison.

Kourtney gives us the 'duh' look. "Don't you guys open the class group page on WhatsApp?"

"No. " we respond in unison. The school has a policy where the class leader opens a group page for the class on social media where our teachers can pass information and the students can also communicate. The world is going digital even the educational sector, but my friends and I never open the page because there are always thousands of messages to read there, and we don't just care. I'm quite surprised to hear Kourt opens the page.

"Whatever. Well, the class leader posted her picture on the group and she's hot as hell. I'm sorry Chanel but you have competition now. She is so beautiful."

I frown. "I have not and will never compete with anybody."

She raises her hands in the air in surrender. "I'm just saying. She's a transfer student. I think her name is Oluwatobi or so. I don't know if I pronounced it right. It's a strange name. Never heard it."

Siobhan and I exchange looks. That is a Yoruba name from the country Nigeria. Many believe the Yoruba is a religion, but it is indeed just a tribe people practice as a religion. Most people from that tribe are magical. Some are witches while others are deadly demons. I need to talk to her soonest. It can't be a coincidence she arrives when Jarett was attacked.

"That is truly a strange name. I say we ghost her at school tomorrow. We snub her if she attempts talking to us." Alina instructs.

"But why?" I ask. "We don't even know her. And how sure are you she'd want to talk to us?"

She laughs. "Everyone always wants to talk to us. Just stick to the plan. We need her to respect us."

"Are you serious right now? This isn't a gang. You're unbelievable."

Monday comes rolling in like Marvel's the flash. Fast, too fast for my good. As the girls and I walk to our table, they discuss the new hot boy in school. His name is Newton and he's a transfer student too, but he isn't in our class. He shares some classes with Kourtney alone. Everyone in school is talking about him. The cafeteria goes quiet until we take our seats. It has been like this for as long as I can recall. I fancy myself pretty but not that pretty that'll make people stare and openly gawk or obey whatever I say without question. It is weird.

"Guys, look. That's her. Over there by the deserted table." Kourtney almost yells.

"Who?" we ask in unison.

"Oluwatobi. The new girl." At that, we turn and there she is, staring at her lunch oblivious to the fact we are talking about her. My gosh, she's really beautiful.

"She looks so lonely. Should we invite her over?" Siobhan says.

Alina hiss glaring at Shiv. "Not in a million years. We ghost her. She's not on our level."

I don't say anything, still thinking about the fact that she's from the Yoruba tribe of Nigeria and what it means. Is she supernatural? Is she just ordinary? To have the answers to my questions, I would have to get close to her, make her a friend and I cannot do that now because of Alina. Shiv and I would have to devise another means.

"What has gotten into you? Why are you being this way?" Kourtney asks her. She replies by flipping her hair over her shoulder while drinking her milkshake. I try not to pay attention to Alina's attitude because she would never accept her wrong, so I just ignore them and continue staring at the mysterious girl.

After lunch, Siobhan drags me to the school storage room where no one ever enters except the janitors.

"Aperta" she commands. The door opens.

"Claudere" the door shuts.

"What is it, Shiv?"

"Are you thinking what I am thinking? She might be a demon, Chanel. What if she's the one who beat up Jar? We have to get rid of her."

"I know. But what I don't get is, why will a demon go through the stress of attending our school? Demons are ruthless, if they want to come for us, they'd come directly. I can't quite place my finger on it."

We both exchange a look. A look of worry.