She's Rescued

People stopped and took photos and videos of Kiernan. "Hey stop! Let me down! Someone help!" She spun around for a couple more minutes before a female cop, with a pentagram on her hat stopped by. "OK, that's enough."

Kiernan landed on her feet, stumbled and fell back on her butt. The two goth girls walked off. The officer extended a hand and helped Kiernan up. "It amazes me you normies still piss off witches," she said.

"Witches?" asked Kierna as she got up, pulled up her shorts, and fixed her bra. Her shirt was hanging on a utility pole.

The officer snapped her fingers, and Kiernan's shirt lifted up and floated down to Kiernan.

"Witches? Magic?"

"Yeah, what else?" asked the cop.

"This must be some sort of joke." Kiernan pulled her shirt on.

"Can't do anything because unless it's **** or serious bodily harm, it's impossible to trace witchcraft back to the witch. You just better hope they didn't mark you?"

"Mark me?"

"You can't be this dumb," said the cop. She tipped her cap. "Have a nice day."

Kiernan ran back home. She looked up witchcraft on her phone and was stunned what she read. It was like while she was passed out, the world had changed, and magic was real. She then looked up being marked. Turns out if a witch marked someone, other witches in that witch's coven could tell the person had_ offered insult _to the witch, and the coven would take ****.