“She betrayed me, she was the one with the witch craft and she is making it all my fault, she is the witch!”
“Calm down, the lie machine said you were telling the truth, but who knows about this Margrett it isn’t her fault.” the chief said who couldn’t look me in the eye. “Oh so you think she has and does witch craft , but would never do this? That I used her witch craft for the wrong reasons?” balling my fists in the air. “Yes, excatly. We know you have some problems, so you aren’t going to jail.” he smiled. ” That’s not the point. I’m inoconet..”
“Prove it, end of disscusion miss Rockuel.” I rode my red bike from the police station to the bookstore, I need to do some research on witch craft, proof about Margrett. I walked into the bookstore which was out of town, so it wasn’t that bad. I searched the bookstore for a book on witchcraft, finally I found some in the back corner of the book store, were it was very unnoticable. I read for hours each book,until I was thinking of drooling on the pages.