Half Lies: A Half Bad story
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A brand new short story from Sally Green, author of the phenomenal debut novel, Half Bad.
Meet Michele and Gabriel: young Black Witches in a brave new world.
Their mother was brutally murdered. Their father drowns his pain at the bottom of a bottle.
They begin a new life in Florida, where Michele meets a White Witch boy, but the divide between Black and White Witches is as dangerous as ever. Soon Michele is caught between love and loyalty, truth and lies.
Could falling in love be the deadliest mistake she's ever made?
Dad first met at a gathering when they were just twenty. They saw each other across the crowded room and that was it. Love. They married, had us kids (Gab and then me a year later) and it was a good marriage for a few years, but one of my earliest memories is of them arguing about “her.” Dad was (still is) incredibly handsome, like Gabriel, so women would virtually throw themselves at him, and he fought most of them off—but not all. So eventually they split up and we lived with Mum and my nan
earth and pine and . . . there’s another smell. what is that smell? and there’s a taste. a bad taste. it tastes like . . . oh no— don’t think about it don’t think about it don’t think about it don’t think about it think about something else Think about where you are. chchchchchhchchchhhhchchchchhchchchchchchchchchhchchchhchchchchhchchchhchchchhchcchchchchh You’re lying on the ground, in the early morning, and the air is cool. You’re cold. You’re cold because . . . you’re naked. You’re
censor any witch stuff. It’s so great! I’ve told her all about Mum and Dad, me and Gab, and EVERYTHING. Caitlin’s mum is a fain and her White Witch dad is “not around,” which turns out to mean he’s gone to Scotland “to find his roots” or something. I asked her, “But what about you? You’re his roots here.” Caitlin just shrugged. “I think he’s trying to forget I exist.” Gab wasn’t sure about me being friends with Caitlin. She’s a Half Blood for a start and while there are a few Black Half
think I knew, subconsciously, all along, but I’m still shaking and crying. Sam and I’ve been sending letters every few days for the last two weeks. I avoided inviting him to see me and I did notice that he never offered to come over here. Then today Caitlin delivered my letter and stuck around to see my mystery Golden Boy for herself. She recognized him straightaway. She knows who his family is and who—and what—he is: A WHITE WITCH! And I don’t care. Well, I do care. And really it’s great that
November, 2013 Yesterday was amazing. AMAZING!!!! So the Giving was like this. Dad, Gab, and I walked down to the beach. It wasn’t quite sunset, but not far off, and there was a breeze so Gab put his jacket round me. Gab looked gorgeous in a crisp white shirt and dark trousers (not jeans). Dad was very smart too. I was nervous (that I might mess up or Dad might mess up). I don’t have any shoes to go with the dress and was barefoot, which we all agreed was best. On the beach Dad had his back to