Devils Roses 04 - Witch

coming to meet with the principal. Everyone thinks I smashed the windows.”
    Noams and Mack both had black bobs with too much dark eye makeup and dark lipstick. They had thin white faces and thin short bodies. The only difference between them was Mack’s huge breasts, they made fun of her for them. She was the stick with boobs. Everyone called them twins, even though they weren't related. Not even a little. They'd done the genealogy charts.
    “Tell us the truth O, what happened?”
    She turned away from the mirror and shook her head, “I don’t know. I kept hearing those plastic beotches saying shit about me, like I moved the Ouija marker on purpose or that I was a crack head. Then they said I was cutting myself and Abbey told everyone."
    "Sluts. That Ripley is a whore. She let the French teacher-"
    "-Okay gross. Dude come on."
    Noams blushed under her white powdered face, "Sorry. Continue."
    Ophelia snickered, "Anyway then I got hot and sweaty and then I yelled at them and the windows all broke and this wind blew through the classroom. The papers went everywhere. It was weird.”
    They grinned and spoke simultaneously, “Wicked.”
    She shook her head, “Not so wicked. The principal is pissed.”
    Noams grinned, “We can be like that movie The Craft.”
    Ophelia sighed, “No. This is like a poltergeist from that stupid game. I’m haunted.”
    Noams shook her head, "Think of the revenge you could get on Lacey and Ripley. Everyone would know the truth about them."
    Ophelia rolled her eyes, "Everyone knows the truth. Lacey got caught with her cousin at junior prom. Oh and remember last year when they faked those crank calls and the police traced the harassing calls back to Lacey's house. That was epic. And of course everyone knows the story about the French teacher and Ripley." She shivered.
    "So gross."
    "So gross."
    Ophelia smirked, "Anyway today has been weirder than yesterday. Everyone is smiling at me and pretending I did an awesome thing. People I don’t know. Like I rock for no reason."
    Noams looked at herself in the mirror and adjusted her bangs, "You do rock. We've been telling you this for years. You're just stupid."
    Ophelia stuck her tongue out.
    “Okay well hokey pocus see you at lunch then and movie night?”
    She sighed, “Got invited to Lance’s by Jake. That’s why he was kissing me. He asked me out.”
    Their screams filled the small bathroom with echoes.
    “You have to go.”
    “Oh my god, get laid for all three of us. Can you tape it?”
    She laughed, “So disgusting.”
    “Okay, we'll see you at lunch unless Jakey wants to show you his snakey in the handi washroom like all the other slutty seniors.”
    "Bring Lysol, I heard that's where the French teacher and Ripley have, uhm well you know."
    She rolled her eyes at them as they left the bathroom, "You guys are sick."
    She turned and washed her face with cool water, to try to calm her nerves. She looked up at her reflection, as the water beads dripped from her face. Her thick lashes held water droplets, making her light blue eye look sharp and outlined.
    Suddenly in the background she saw others. They looked like her. They floated without color in the mirror around her. She tried to focus her eyes on the water droplets. She tried to ignore the fact six other girls were in the mirror with her.
    She didn’t dry her face. She ran.
    She ran from the bathroom and down the hall. She ran to the front doors and then all the way home. She was losing her mind. She was dreaming. Her body was really in her bed, the day hadn’t really happened. It was a dream.
    She wheezed, running in her front door.
    ‘Don’t be scared of us.’
    The voice was outside of her head. She screamed and ran up the stairs to her room. She slammed the door and dove into her bed. She pulled the covers up and kicked her shoes off the side of the bed. She lay there shaking.
    She closed her eyes.
    She fell asleep curled in a ball.

Chapter Four
    Sam

    He tried not to judge the wolf eating the deer, even if it was a baby. His mother’s people were kind vegans. They despised the injury of any being, especially baby animals. He couldn’t help his upbringing anymore than Lucas could help his animal urges. The Siren's had shunned his mother when he was a tiny baby. He had been raised with the Wiccan's on an island in British Columbia until he let himself get captured by the American government. His mother had always believed in Wicca and the way of life they chose.
    He