The Church of Good Earth.

It was winter, and Rochelle was spending more lunch hours in the library, reading ancient books, or writing her own book eagerly. Page after page flowed smoothly from her inspiration. Her mighty tome was based on her rather mature philosophies for peace and freedom from starvation on the good planet Earth. But there were other subjects to consider, including her rapport with the slightly annoying Jarryd, her steady date. Despite Mrs. Haggle's best intentions, Jarryd was not exactly blooming in any latent wizardly powers he could develop.

Mrs. Haggle wondered if she should say anything to Rochelle about dead end relationships at such a young age. The wrinkled, crinkled librarian had actually been a witch for 300 years. Her grey appearance hid some excellent talents, as she tried to spot juniors, encouraging their spiritual powers. Rochelle was still a hopeful chance to be elevated to the level of Witch Most High. "Only time can take care of such potential," Mrs. Haggle told herself, "wait and see, wait and see, the universe shall decide."

But she did decide to supply Rochelle with a book about teenage birth control and how to access it. This went against the grain of Rochelle's parents, but everyone at high school was realistic. Then, rather dramatically, the hot dating scene was altered when a new boy entered Rochelle's class. His name was Todd, all the girls suddenly started flirting and giggling, hitching up their skirts, and wearing subtle makeup.

Now, Todd was so cool, but hid that he was nervous about his new school. He seemed to want to fit in, but escaping his girly fan club meant he was also in the library club at lunchtime and after school. Rochelle did not want to get a reputation as a mean-hearted teen, but she longed to ditch Jarryd. The movies and videos they shared together had not improved, so noisy and full of unshaven males trashing a series of cars and trucks.

Surprisingly, Todd and Jarryd were soon best mates. As the rain poured down, Mrs. Haggle thought she had found her ideal and authentic junior wizard of the future, Todd. Even she had to laugh at the lads while they were discussing their more than hair-brained scheme to promote a magic broomstick ride-sharing business, to earn some money for their college funds.

Rochelle heaved a dramatic sigh, and said, "Oh, grow up you two. You are interrupting literacy. I wish to see the world through a spiritual lens, not listen to your infantile rubbish. You haven't even got enough brooms!"

Jarryd really laughed, saying, "Ooh la la, listen to witchy woman!"

Rochelle picked up her pile of books, one of which was that classic version, "Witches need Spelling", as well as her own writing. As she flounced off, she yelled, "I am sure you both have your brains in your dicks!"

Mrs. Haggle was trying not to giggle. Silently thinking, "Atta gal!" she merely said, "Lower your voices. Only whispers allowed here, even after school."

Jarryd was looking a tad angry, as a few of the other teens in the library were snickering. Mrs. Haggle decided not to worry about Rochelle, she was doing great and would be okay in future. The teen witch certainly had a winning way with word craft.

Rochelle drew some very deep breaths, and tried to settle herself down. Should she dump Jarryd, which was not a peaceful thought? Would Todd ever take any notice of her? When she finally arrived home, she glanced at herself in the mirror, then got the giggles. "Bikini model, not!" she gave herself a thumbs up. She melodramatically told the family dog. "I am going to become a writer. Literacy works for me!"

The large, plump dog sank into slumber on Rochelle's bed, as she commenced writing her last chapter. It was a work in progress, 'Peace, Love and Witchy Dust'. She was referencing some spells in her advanced Spellcraft book. Under the blanket, as the dog snored and the rain tumbled down, Rochelle zoned in on her inner peace, and sent a whispering spell upon Jarryd and Todd. She said her incantations, and blew a loving kiss across the neighbourhood. Her love spell for a boyfriend seemed to have backfired on her. Jarryd was more than slightly emotionally crippled by needless silly boy stuff, like always thinking below his navel, or any girl's.

"Witches are not worry. Inner peace is an inside job. We must cast our spells for peace for the whole of our Church of Good Earth." Rochelle knew she had to show Mrs. Haggle her writing, maybe she would know how to prepare and publish a book destined for all of the human race.

In the morning, Rochelle noticed that the teachers were only speaking in whispers. Jarryd sidled up to her and muttered almost silently, "We're through," Rochelle asked, "What did you say? I was going to tell you to drop off anyway." But her voice only sounded like a vague breath of a whisper. The loudspeaker at school assembly appeared to be busted, the principal could only speak so softly. Not one of the students or teachers could hear him, or even talk themselves. Only soft sounds came from anyone.

Mrs. Haggle was happy anyway. Her serene and quiet library was so peaceful, everything muted and soft. This development was not something she had seen in the magic crystal ball, when she sat down to gaze at witchcraft of the future.

Meanwhile, Rochelle had a beautiful day. She was a free woman of the future again. Todd and Jarryd spent more time together, planning to expand their broomstick business. They did find some brooms, but only the very youngest juniors would spend any money on trying to fly the brooms. Jarryd was lacking that essential wizardly 'ju-ju'.

Rochelle's magical abilities were definitely growing stronger daily. She did secretly whisper to Mrs. Haggle that her spell to make juvenile boys shut up had worked. "Keep going, make that magic keep flowing," Mrs. Haggle softly said. Rochelle could barely hear her, but that is the trick of magical spell craft. No one in the whole suburb could raise their voice or yell until Rochelle reversed her whispering spell. Back at home, Rochelle looked at a map of the planet, and raised her arms. Magic wands are a bit passe. She blessed the entire Church of Good Earth with peaceful, quiet whispering voices, instantly reducing dumb arguments. Peace on Earth is a witch's inside job.