Witches are real

Kiernan walked to her kitchen, took a room-temperature bottle of Gatorade from her pantry, and downed most of it then took some aspirin and a multi-vitamin to help with her hangover. She polished off the Gatorade.

A warm shower followed by a cold rinse later, she was feeling better. She saw she was out of coffee, so she quickly dressed to walk down to the local coffee shop. She put on a touch of make-up and sunglasses.

She sensed something was different, but could not put her finger on it. She took out her phone to see if her friends posted any photos. As she was looking at her phone, she bumped into two women, hitting one with her left shoulder and the other with her right. She looked up, said nothing and kept walking.

"Well, excuse you, you skinny bitch," said on.

Kiernan stopped, turned around, lowered her glasses. She looked at the two goth girls she noticed for the first time.

"Freaks," she muttered then pushed her glasses up by the bridge and turned around.

Kiernan heard the girls say something, but could not comprehend it. Suddenly she started to rise in the air. Her shorts were yanked down to her ankles, and she was not wearing underwear. Then her shirt was lifted up, pulling her arms up, until it came free. She was a foot off of the ground with only a bra and her shorts around her ankles. She heard the goth girls say something else, and her arms went out straight to her side and she started to slowly spin around. Then her bra came undone.