[ WP ] Magic has been a day to day part of life for as long as anyone can remember . Most people find themselves only able to do one particular type of magic that they discover throughout puberty . Yours has finally started to manifest , unfortunately however it 's necromancy .

Two days before my thirteenth birthday, my great-grand aunt died. Which was a bummer. Not because of her death per se, because she had been sick for a long time. And a massive bitch for even longer. The real bummer was the funeral. I would have to spend a fine Sunday with my family. I woke that morning feeling queasy and my stomach ached. 
 
 I told this to my mother, who just sighed. “ I know, I know. You would rather stay home, but grandpa will be really upset if you don ’ t come. ” 
 So I donned my black dress and spent a two hour car ride trying not to barf. I was feeling bloated and my head hurt. 
 
 I was dissociating by the time my relatives were swarming around me. Smiling made my cheeks hurt, but I replied to their questions. Yes, I had indeed grown taller. No, I didn ’ t date anyone at the moment. Yes, I was too young to even think about dating. 
 
 Then was the time to form a queue to see the body. By the time most had already said their goodbyes, I was feeling better. Suddenly I felt something wet between my legs. I pretended to adjust my dress to check what was happening. And oh yes, my fingertips had turned red. My first period. My mind froze. I didn ’ t want to make myself the center of attention, so I just stood silently there, my smile stuck to my lips. Then it was my turn. 
 
 I held my bloody hand behind my back and with my other hand, I touched the forehead of my great-grand aunt ’ s corpse, as was customary. 
 
 The room filled with noise, when great-grand aunt Caroline sat up. She looked at me from head to toe. 
 “ Well, you surely have… grown since the last time we saw each other. ” 
 
 Fucking bitch. 

