Hi! I've been wanting to write a story for Secret saturdays for a while, but I needed to think of a plot first.

So, basically Aradia is a witch, and so is her mom and dad(her mom's more powerful, though). Some secret scientists are looking for her mom's help because there's a cryptid that she's familiar with and knows a lot about it. Please R & R to get more chapters!

I don't own Secret Saturdays or the characters in it.

Tick tock, look at the clock!

Clock's a fastly ticking

Rolling past the timing rock!

Down, down, down the hill

And knocks down the man with the noisy drill!

Drop, drop, drops to the ground

And can you guess what the by passer found?

Poetry.

Damn, I hate poetry! Yet there I was, sitting at the back of the classroom, listening to some dead crackpot's rhymes.

Time to spice things up a lil' I thought with a grin. I looked at the kid at the front of the room, the one who was reading the stupid poems, with great effort. I focused on the image of the kid with his belt off. No more belt on. It simply wasn't put on this morning.

I blinked once.

Tick tock, look at the clock!

Clock's a fastly ticking

Rolling past the tim-

"HOLY SH-" I smiled to see him now trying to pull up his pants with the entire class laughing, thanks to me. Yes, me. I hate it when there's nothing fun happening in the world, so I simply make some. What? You think I'm going to sit through 45 more minutes of this?

I gotta admit, being a witch did have its props. Well, it's better than doing stuff on accident, whether it's funny or not. That only happened when I was younger. More inexperienced. More childlike.

Now, at sixteen, I just about had it under wraps. Mom said it was the same for her(the witch thing's hereditary).

Any who, back to now and present. The teacher had sent the kid to the office and then drawled on and on about impulse control, and how we should contain ourselves in a more respectful manner. Respect, my ass! Tell that to the girls who filled my locker with tampons. Yes, just like in the movie Carrie.

"Aradia!" the teacher's shout jolted me back to the present.

"Yea?" I asked. The teacher, Mrs. Guthrie(though I still find it hard to believe that anyone would marry her), glared at me with her sharp eyes. I immediately sat up straight. God, she crept me out. The way she would look at you, she almost looks hungry.

"Pay attention, Miss Aradia. I apologize if I bore you." The class snickered, but silenced when Mrs. Guthrie looked at them, too.

As I switched my books at my locker, my best bud, Susie came over. Her face was bright red from laughing.

"Oh my God! You did that, didn't you! Just-just-omigod!" she paused, and tried to regain control of her face muscles again, "You are such bitch sometimes, you know that, girl?"

"You and I both. You know, it wasn't that funny," I replied, grabbing my health book and slamming my locker, "But, hey, the poem reallllly sucked, I was bored, so I just figured… 'Hey, let's just jazz it up a bit!'" While Susie is just a plain, regular homo sapient, she was very familiar with my abilities. I mean, well, I had to give her some sort of answer when we were ten years old and I'd decided to change outfits at the last second just by snapping my fingers.

"I hear a song comin' up, girl!

Aradia's a witchy girl

But such a little bitchy girl

Stirrin' up the cauldrons, makin' em' all pop

And a single little poem will just blow her off the top!"

I covered up my ears to try to block the horrid rapping sound coming from Susie. Did I mention she sometimes just randomly breaks out in song? Well, she does. A lot. Badly. When it was over, I flicked her ear with my finger. Hard.

"Heeey! It's not my fault you don't know a good tune when you hear it!"

"It's not my problem I'm still waiting for one!" I laughed back. I stopped when I heard loud footsteps and a familiar shout. I winced.

It was Todd Pecker, the biggest jock of the whole Central High School. There wasn't a single in-crowd girl who hadn't gone out with him. He's been trying to get my attention for over a week now. I turned my back to him and made my way to health, but a very muscular arm blocked my path.

"Hey, so this weekend I was thinking-" He stopped mid sentence before I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, quite painfully, I might add.

"Fuck off already, 'kay?" I told him with a gentle smile on my face, and I could hear him whimper a bit, I think. I released and sped walked until I reached Health.