Tyrese
The witch’s plant had been sitting in our window sill for nearly an hour, and I still couldn’t take my eyes off of it. As Lia and I sat at the table eating our cereal, I found myself constantly wandering back to it, like somehow the plant was threatening us in a way. “Ty,” Malia called out to me and I snapped my attention back to her. She stirred her spoon around in her cereal bowl, her green eyes watching me intently. “It’s just a plant,” she assured me, but she couldn’t know that for certain.
“Yeah, and this morning was just tea,” I mumbled back. She narrowed her eyes on me, clearly not impressed with my answer. I didn’t care though, Malia was being naive if she seriously thought that was just a plan. The witches were here to threaten us, they made that clear today. Showing up
