CHAPTER 57

　　“That's not possible.”

　　“Perhaps, it is. A full-blooded Weston Hills descent witch,” Wendy said, a smirk revolving around her face. “The first day I visited you after I left you were attacked by an old woman on your way home. In that book I found in your house, I was eager to learn more about supernatural creatures but you were so blinded by friendship you couldn't understand the truth. You wiped everyone's memories but I still had to convince a few people. You wiped my memories of us still I talked to you that same day. Where on earth does it happen in Weston Hills High? You might be powerful but you need to grow up.”

　　“Enough! I was not your friend.” She rumbled her powers dispersing through the library but Wendy brought it to a halt and Hayley was moved back.

　　“At that moment you were,” Wendy laughed. “The cute memories we made together. You tried to take it all out but it kept coming back.”