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to pass by.
    “Yeah, I guess I did.” I responded, apprehensively of course.
    “I’m Kyle, by the way,” He hesitated, “but I’m sure Lisa did a good job informing all the basic information about me.” He added.
    “All the important details, I suppose.” I repeated, looking him over.
    He pulled himself off the lockers and came too close for comfort, forcing me to take a step back.
    “She didn’t tell you one crucial detail about herself, however.”
    As if he’d pitched a fast one, “Excuse me?” I asked, lost by where he was going with it.
    “She needs you…and I’m sure when she realizes that I’m talking to you she will jump to make all sorts of explanations, but what you really need to know is that they are nothing... at least whilst you’re not in their little circle.”
    “Kyle…I have no idea what you mean.” I stated frankly, my spine straightening a little to counter his intimidation tactic.
    He laughed, the ominous sound echoing against the metal lockers behind him.
    “They think they are witches, Celia.” He declared, the amused expression making him seem a little crazy.
    The absurdity of his statement generated an equally amused laugh to escape my mouth. “That’s insane, Kyle.”
    At my response, Kyle closed the previous safe distance between us and spoke directly at me. “Is it though, Celia? I bet your Aunt Olivia would have a difference of opinion on that.”
    “What does my Aunt have to do with this?” I asked, now completely lost by his meaning.
    He turned around and walked along the length of the lockers, knuckle tapping a few as he walked past them. I followed, needed to know his response to my question. I wasn’t fast enough to keep up. Eventually, just as he turned the corner I shouted, “Fine, I’ll find out on my own!”
    Out of breath and annoyed, I didn’t even notice Lisa and the girls walk up behind me.
    “Find what out on your own?” she asked, looking from me back to the girls.
    Recalling Kyle’s words, I shook my head, “He says you guys are witches.”
    The look on their faces mirrored each other, Distraught and embarrassed.
    “We don’t talk about things like that in public places, Celia.” Lisa stated, her tone hushed and grave.
    So it’s true. They think they are witches. All I could do was shake my head, confused and bewildered, and laugh. Why on Earth would anyone in the modern age want to play a witch?
    “I need to get home; my Aunt is waiting on me.” I informed, not wanting to play into their game of make believe.
    Lisa held out her hand in pause, “Celia, please. Let us explain.” She asked, her voice much softer than before.
    “Explain?” I started to walk away from them. They of course followed step making it difficult to keep any distance.
    “We didn’t want you to think we were strange, it’s just a hobby we keep to ourselves.”
    The statement, an intention to soothe over any objections, only in fact created more objections to the surface.
    “Hobby?” I countered, picking up the pace reaching the end of campus.
    “Yes, a hobby.” She admitted, placing her hand on my shoulder, insisting that I stop walking and turn towards her to hear her out.
    “I have this book that I found in a garage sale a few years ago. We were curious and tried to do some of the spells written in the book. Sometimes they work but most of the time nothing ever comes of it. There is this theory of spells working with groups of 9 to 13 people but we only have 8 right now and because nothing really ever comes of it...”
    “A coven…you mean a coven of witches.” I retorted, not fully knowing where I’d heard that before.
    Her features smoothed over, her usual calmness returning. “Precisely” she blurted out.
    “I think you’re all crazy!” I countered and began to cross the street.
    Without realizing my mistake, 2 cars squealed in a horrendous display of halting with a cloud of brake dust puffing in my face. Horns from both vehicles blared and I