The Witch and the Boy

Life is kinda depressing. At least for me anyway. My name is Daniel Garcia. I'm your average American high schooler, well, minus the terrible luck. I'd like to say that I give my all in my daily efforts, but I'm too depressed to try, honestly. I have a C average in school, no girlfriend, and a massive case of heartbreak. A year ago, my best friend and the love of my life started dating. My friend knew that I had feelings for her at one point, but that isn't a valid enough reason for him to not make his move. I know it's been a year. I've tried really hard to get over it, but no matter how numb I am, the pain pierces it's way to my soul. I've tried distancing myself from them, I've tried talking to new girls, I've tried everything I could think of. Yet, none of it works.

Right now, I'm on my way home from school. It's about a two-mile walk. Only thing that bothers me is that it's hot as hell out here. "It has to be like 85 degrees, and I don't have my bucket hat!" I sigh as I make it to the park not to far from the school. I decide to take a seat on the bench under some trees, to cool off, of course. "Phew! Much better!" I absorb the beauty of the park. It's spring, so the blossoms are blooming, the grass is green, and the clear blue sky slightly eases my depression. I check my phone to see if anyone has texted me, even though I know nothing will be there. "Oh? A text from Mom?" My parents moved away to Japan a year ago, so I don't see them or hear much from them. It's just me, myself, and I at the house. "Let's see. Oh," I say with a rather annoyed face. Since I'm the only child, I do all the chores. Even more so because I live alone. Mom texted me to remind me that to clean up tomorrow. No "Hello", "How are you?", or anything huh? Just demands. Well, such is my life. I get up from the oddly comfortable bench and continue my walk home.

As I continue walking, I hear a rumble. Or a grumble? "Is that someone's stomach? Oh well." As I make my way to the gate of the park, I hear the grumble again. "Why is it so loud? Huh?" I look in the direction of the grumbling stomach, only to see a girl passed out in the grass. Except, something's off. She's just wearing a bra and panties?! I walk over to the girl to try and help out. "Hey, kid. Kid! Wake up!" The gets off her side and rubs her eyes. She yawns, "Hm? Who are you? It can't be! Are you another pervert?!" I look around. A pervert? Me? "I'm talking to you, boy!" She yells at she points at me. "Huh? I was just trying to see if you were okay. You're basically naked in the middle of a park!" She puffs her cheeks as she crosses her arms. "I am a grown woman! I can take care of myself, thank you very much." I look at her confused. "Grown woman? You literally look like a fifth grader." She turns her head away from me in denial with her cheeks still puffed up. "Hmph! I'll have you know that I am 1000 years old." 1000?! She must be delirious because of the heat.

I take off my school blazer and throw it to her. "Well, I'm leaving. Do whatever you want." As I walk a couple of feet away, I feel an enormous increase in the weight of my bag. "Huh?" As I turn my head, I see the girl latched onto my bag. "What the hell are you doing?!" She unzips my bag and starts rummaging through my things. "I smell something delicious!" Gah! This damn kid! I grab her by the arm and lightly toss in the air, separating her from my bag. "Kyaaaah!" I catch her, holding her in the air with both arms. "What's your problem, kid!" She pouts putting her two index fingers together. "Well, it's just that—" her stomach grumbles. "I'm hungry. I smelled something really tasty in your bag. My instincts told me to grab it." I sigh as the anger fades from my face. She's just a kid. Maybe I should chill out. "Okay. How about we split it? It's a peanut butter cookie." The girl's face lights up at hearing peanut butter. "I knew it! Can I really have some?!" I nod my head. "Yeah. It's a special cookie though. It took 6 months of waiting for me to get my hands on it. So, at least enjoy it. Okay?" The girl jumps up, really happy and starts running in circles.

"Alright. Half for me, half for you." I've waited so long for this cookie! I just know it's gonna be great! We sit down on the bench together and each take a bite. "Disgusting!" The cookie tastes of baking soda and peanut butter, which isn't good. I spit the cookie out, and cough dramatically. I look over at the girl. Despite tear running down her cheeks (probably from the disgusting cookie), she continues to eat it, bit by bit until she finishes it. I just watched in awe. How could someone be capable of finishes such a bad pastry? She wipes her eyes and looks at me with a smile. "Although it was pretty disgusting, it was delicious. That was the first time anyone has ever given me food. Well, since my parents died that is." Her expression becomes a bit more sad looking. Instinctively, I put my arm around to comfort her. "I'm sorry for your loss. How long ago was it?" Her saddened face instantly turned into an annoying smirk. "It was about—989 years ago, I think!" I chop her on the head, bothered by her constant lying about her age. "You're not that old! Idiot!" I take a deep breath to calm down, then her stomach grumbles again. "Still hungry, huh?" She nods yes. I then get up from the bench and stretch. "Alright. I'll take you to my place and cook you something delicious." The girl quickly scooted back on the bench. "Are you sure you're not a pervert?" I feel my face heat up as I get angry at her question. "I am NOT a PERVERT! I'm not even good with girls." The girl rubs her chin. "You're right. I can sense your awkwardness. Maybe you're just gay?" My jaw drops. I didn't even know 5th graders could think that hard! "Just because I'm awkward doesn't mean I'm gay! I don't even like guys! Look, I'm literally offering free food to you. Take it or leave it." The girl continues to rub her chin. "Hm. I'll take it."

I put my bag on her back. "What are you doing" she asked. I get into piggyback position. "You don't have any shoes, so you'll hold my bag, and I'll carry you on my back." I blush as I say this. After all, the girl is pretty cute and does have a mature-ish aura, even if it's not apparent in her behavior. She smiles and prods at my leg. "Hm. Maybe you're not a pervert." I sigh out of annoyance with the term pervert. I'm literally trying to be kind. Yet, my ears keep picking up the word. The girl climbs onto my back, putting her arms around my neck. Despite her appearance, she's quite heavy. Granted, I am pretty weak, but still. She weighs as much as a grown woman! "You're pretty heavy, ya know." As soon as the sentence leaves my mouth, I feel her shove her knee into my back. I fall flat on my stomach due to the pain. As I struggle to turn onto my back, she pouts and says "You should know better than to call a woman heavy!" Who does she think she is? "You're not a woman, you're just a girl! Geez." The girl puffs up her cheeks as her face starts to become red. "I told you, didn't I? I'm a grown woman AND I'm 1000 years-old!" I roll my eyes. That doesn't even sound possible. Even if she was a grown woman with the appearance of a 10-year-old, 1000-years-old? No way. "Alright, kid. Whatever you say." She stomps up to me and punches me in the face, or so I'd say, but it didn't really hurt. "I'll show you that I'm a woman!"

The girl moves back from me and closes her eyes softly, as if concentrating on something. A large cloud of smoke appears, completely hiding her body. I cough as the smoke clears. "What the?" As the smoke clears, I see a taller, slender but curvy figure. She looks like a 30-year-old woman. She's actually a grown-up? Not to mention, her thighs, her breasts, they look so nice and full. If not for my blazer, she'd be naked. Wait, how did she change her body? I gather my thoughts, standing up with a rather serious look on my face while I wipe away the drool. "Just what are you?" She snickers as she sits down, floating on air. "I told you. I'm a 1000-year-old woman, AND a witch!" I can't do anything but stare in wonder and confusion as she floats in front of me with her silver hair flowing in the wind.