Intro:

You and I are different but the same. Together, but divided. I am proud yet ashamed. Happy yet dismal. I am strong and powerful yet fragil and vulnerable. Pretty yet ugly. Sane yet demented. I am a myth yet fact. I'm of two different worlds. I am mortal....the only thing is I'm witch also.

(A/N) It's very different and I think that most will appreciate having a different story.

i like it soooooooooo wheres the rest of it? upz

Thanks. I wanted to let ppl get the feel of it first.

update coming up.

Quenna Michelle James sat inside focusing on the math in front of her. She tapped the mechanical pencil on her lips and suddenly the thought of her father came to her. She laid back on the full sized bed and tried to comminicate with him.

"Daddy"

"Yes, baby."

"I must be getting better with my magic if I can communicate with the you..."

"I'm proud of you, Michelle. And look at you. Your so pretty."

"You have to say that. Your my daddy."

Quenna James was a true beauty. She had long jet black hair. She was the skin tone of dark Hersey chocalate bars. She also possessed a killer smile. Her stunning looks and nice personality made her as close to perfection as it got.
Quenna then lost her connection. She sat up on the bed and smiled, she had talked to her father who had been gone for years.

"Que!" Heather James, her mother yelled. "Yes, ma'am." Quenna ran down the stairs two at a time. "Dawn and Keira are here for you." She said wih distaste. Dawn and Keira were Quenna's only friends and that was because they knew her secret and accepted it. "Ma', do you have to be so disrespectful." Heather shot her daughter a killer glare and went back to the dishes she had been washing before the girls had came. "Be back before seven. Dinner will be ready then..... And no, Keira, you cannot eat with us." Keira rolled her eyes and hugged Quenna, "Lets go." "Wait, I gotta change!" Quenna ran up the stairs to pick out an outfit. She settled on a pair of Baby Phat jeans that fit her size fourteen hips perfectly. And a graphic tee that said, "Turn me on" with a light switch under it. She was confident about her weight, even standing beside her two best friends who wore a size six and four.

Quenna rushed to meet her friends and they headed out to the mall in Dawn's new Ford Focus. "D, I love your car!" Keira shouted again. "Yeah, Kei, I know. You've said it enough." Keira popped her lips, "I was just trying to compliment yo' ass." Dawn looked at her in the rearview mirror, "You did. And don't be cussing at me in my ride. I will throw your skinny behind out here!" Quenna laughed knowing that Dawn would never do it. Dawn had a caring heart and only talked rough. "Let's make nice children." Quenna said through giggles.