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anything odd after that eventful Monday, especially considering Friday was Halloween.  Historically, my symptoms always got worse during the days leading up to my birthday, so I didn’t know whether I should have been jumping for joy or terribly worried something awful was about to happen.  To be safe, I walked around with my fingers crossed.
    On Friday morning, I rose early and put on my costume.  I loved that we were allowed to wear our costumes to school on Halloween.  Tully and I had decided to be butterflies, so I wore my black jeans, a black T-shirt, and a pair of antennae that we had made ourselves.  My wings were yellow and black striped like a swallowtail’s, while Tully’s were orange and black like a monarch’s.
    “Me-ghan!  Breakfast!” Logan bellowed from above.
    I checked myself in the mirror one more time, then grabbed my backpack in one hand and my wings in another and headed upstairs.  I took the stairs two at a time, reaching the door that led into our kitchen just as my brothers pulled it open.  I stumbled onto the tiled floor, too stunned to take note of the Halloween decorations hanging from the ceiling or the jack-o’-lanterns grinning from the dining room table.
    “Surprise!” everyone yelled.
    I squealed in irritation as Logan and Bradley attacked me with orange and black silly string.  Being twelve and ten year old boys, silly string was a staple in their collection of ammo.  Picking the sticky mess from my hair, I scowled when I noticed the curls coming loose.  So much for cooperative hair on my birthday.
    “Logan, you totally set me up for that!”
    My younger brother grinned and shrugged, his sandy blonde hair still messy from sleep.
    I quickly forgave them because when I bothered to look around, I noticed that everyone was up and that Mom had made me a special breakfast.  Aiden ran up and gave me a hug and I returned the gesture.
    “So, do you feel seventeen?” Dad asked me.
    I shrugged. “I guess so.”
    Not only did I get French toast with raspberry syrup and whipped cream, but my parents insisted that I open my birthday presents as well.  The boys had pooled together to get me a basket of my favorite candies, along with a birthday card they had made themselves.  Mom and Dad got me the new jeans I had wanted for months and a few gift cards from my favorite stores.
    I was grateful that Robyn was picking me up that morning, because I was running late with all the fuss over my birthday.
    “So, you’re going to the dance tonight, right?” Mom asked nonchalantly as I packed my lunch.
    I rolled my eyes.  We had discussed this earlier that week.  I really didn’t want to go.  I wasn’t much of a dancer and it was really more for the preppy kids who thought high school was the apex of their lives.  I really just wanted to hang out with my friends at someone’s house and tell ghost stories or watch some slasher flick or something.
    “Yeah Mom, but I’m not sure what we’re doing afterwards.”
    “Just be careful honey,” was all she said as she reached up and gave me a quick hug around the shoulders.
    The sound of Robyn’s beat-up compact car lurching to a stop at the foot of our driveway drew my attention away from my mom.
    “Okay, see you guys later!” I called as I grabbed my stuff and headed out the door.
    Tully was already in the front seat so I squeezed into the back.  Like me, she didn’t have her wings on yet.  I glanced at Robyn.  She didn’t look much different than she normally did, only this time she wore a full black skirt and a black and silver bodice decorated with what looked like skulls.  The lipstick she chose for today was a brilliant red color.
    “What are you supposed to be, a gothic witch?”
    Robyn snorted as she jammed the car in gear.  “No, I’m the Morrigan.”
    I blinked.  “The what?”
    Robyn sighed. “Hello!  The Celtic goddess of the dead?”
    I arched a brow at Tully, who had turned around to look at me.  She