She was used to sitting quietly by herself on the playground, content ot just watch the other kids as they ran around having fun. Few kids spoke to her and when they did they rarely had anything nice to say. She kept to herslef. That was just how it was. Her only company was a little gray cat back at her house, and that was that. The little girl never tried to make any friends because she simply had no idea how. So she’d sit, watch students and say very little unless she absolutely had to. So having someone in her class approach her was a bit of a shock. She expected insults, maybe some sort of invitation to fight. But no. the boy simply stood in front of her and spoke. The question was expected. She’d been getting the ‘witch’ thing as long as she’d been in school.
Aggie was a quiet girl who didn’t say much or do much in school, so kids only knew her by her face and by her background. The skinny girl dressed only in dark colors and lived in a dreary loney house in a forested area of town. Her father was a doctor, and a feared one at that. So, the isolation was to be expected. She should be ready for it, and yet this boy had the gaul to come up and ask her. He didn’t spit it in her face, he asked. She knew the boysn ame- and that he had a twin brother. They sat a few rows in front of her, but she knew little else. She’d been in detetnion a number of times with the boy in front of her but she never spoke to him. She admired his boldness and she thought he was funny, not that it ever showed. Aggie never showed anyone how she felt about anything. That usually got her in trouble.
Normally, she’d get red faced and angry and she’d shove whoever was too close to her but she didn’t feel the need to do that. It wasn;t an insult from him. It was a question. No one ever bothered to ask her.
“I’m not a witch. Everyone keeps saying I am but I swear I’m not.”
This is probably the most anyone has ever heard her speak, teachers included.
“If my house is haunted it must not be very haunted cuz’ I’ve never seen a ghost in there before, never in my whole life. But I spose it is pretty scary if yer not used to it.” She swings her legs on the bech a little, “My father wouldn’t like it, but he works all night so I spose he wouldn’t mind if ya came looking, as long as you don’t touch nothin.” She knew that was a lot to ask. Stanley, the twin in front of her was a known trouble maker. She didn’t actually care about her father’s rules, she just wanted to seem a little more professional than she felt.
“…Who told you I’m a witch, anyway? Cuz’ I’m not, really.”
[Frankly, despite Stanley’s allusion to the “witch” theory, he
personally didn’t believe a word of it. Even his brother, who
insisted on the existence of ghouls and monsters in spite of
Lee’s ever-present skepticism, doubted the harsh gossip --
this operation would be their likely official debunking of the
unwarranted rumors. Not that anybody would listen to them
defend the poor girl, but Stanley would be willing to throw a
punch or two to stop them!]
[After all, his personal feelings on this entire matter matched
how he felt about his and his brother’s situations -- they had
been unjustly outcasted from their peers because of Ford’s
anomalous fingers ( though, Lee’s relentless defense of his
brother to the point of violence certainly didn’t help ). Since
someone else undergoing the same adversity was attending
their same school, Stanley felt obliged to assist. Even if Ford
was primarily involving himself for the sake of trying to prove
that paranormal phenomenon existed, Lee realized that he’d
probably been fueled by an identical sort of intent.]
[When she finally spoke ( which Stanley himself was almost
startled by, since he’d never heard her voice before ), she’d
almost immediately started denying the claims about her --
and Lee, of course, believed her wholeheartedly. Without a
hint of cynicism, he responded, upholding that her alleged
nature as a witch didn’t matter here.]
Hey, no worries! Me and my brother pretty much figured that
out already. I mean, you’d have to be a real dummy to really
think witches exist in the first place, right?
[Stanley nodded as she claimed there were no ghosts in her
home -- he personally already assumed the same thing, but
Ford couldn’t resist any opportunity to search a supposedly
haunted building. Even the caves they occasionally perused
were his brother’s targets as potentially haunted spots, even
though they’d never once encountered a spooky occurrence
within them. The brunet’s grin widened, however, once she
eventually gave them permission to explore the house -- his
enthusiasm was primarily because he’d be able to give Ford
some good news, despite his rather awkward introduction to
Aggie.]
[Of course, there was the sole condition that they be careful
while they were inside -- but as difficult as that would be for
Stanley, he was convinced that he couldn’t screw it up too
badly. That might’ve just been false confidence, though --
he was a natural troublemaker. Avoiding those impulses to
touch just about anything that piqued his interest would be
excessively difficult for him.]
I actually don’t really believe in ghosts, y’know? But Ford’s
all ghost-crazy. Heck, he thinks just about every place’s got
somethin’ spooky in it! We prolly won’t find anything, but it’ll
be fun, I think! Oh, and I promise I ain’t gonna mess stuff up
over there. I’ll be real careful.
[Hoping that he made a decent enough impression for her to
actually allow him and his brother into her house, he listened
as she inquired about who “told” him about the rumor that she
was a witch -- and to tell the truth, it was nobody. Anyone who
listened in on the kids in the hallways would hear about Aggie,
the “witch.” Offering a shrug, Lee provided her with the best
response he could muster.]
Weeell, I didn’t hear it from somebody specific. Lots of kids’re
talkin’ about it -- it’s real easy to overhear ‘em.
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